Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Silhouettes
The word "silhouette" derives from the name of Étienne de Silhouette, a French finance minister who, in 1759, was forced by France's credit crisis during the Seven Years War to impose severe economic demands upon the French people, particularly the wealthy. Because of de Silhouette's austere economies, his name became synonymous with anything done or made cheaply and so with these outline portraits. Prior to the advent of photography, silhouette profiles cut from black card were the cheapest way of recording a person's appearance.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Friday, August 3, 2012
Sassnitz - A Day out in Binz
A light torrential downpour followed by boat trip to the wonderfully named Binz.
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| sailing out of Sassnitz harbour |
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| why so serious? |
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| Das Boot |
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| the wake of the ship |
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| Seebad Binz |
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| the beach resort of Binz |
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| bubbles...well bubble... |
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| bubbles... |
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| a crusty juggler... |
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| one of the many impressive and expensive villas in Binz |
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| the coastline |
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| searching for small shells... |
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| a rescue boat... |
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| purple flowers...any ideas what they might be called? They are called Agapanthus or Blaulilie (auf Deutsch) |
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| Hungry sparrow |
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| nom nom nom... |
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| help yourself... |
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| bunnies... |
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| the schooner in the night |
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| a late night walk |
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Sassnitz - Schooners and Sailboats
On Day Three we went back to the Königsstuhl, by bus, and found out one had to pay eight Euros to enter the visitor center and see the view from the top of the 118 metre high chalk cliff. So we contented ourselves with a wander on the beach. Then back to Sassnitz and a wander around the harbour to the breakwater lighthouse which guards the harbour entrance as the sun was setting.
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| the protected beech tree forest |
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| a wrecked shell of a boat |
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| old rope tangled and matted by the tide |
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| old rope and red algae |
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| The Coccinellidae are a family of beetles, known variously as ladybirds |
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| The Ancient Greek word for seaweed was φῦκος (fūkos or phykos) |
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| a fine goatee |
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| green rocks and blue sky |
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| the coastline... |
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| the flotsam from a shipwreck |
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| the first cat we encountered... |
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| the steps down to the harbour |
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| the sun starts to set |
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| flying home across the harbour |
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| towards Sassnitz's new narbour |
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| he touched the butt... |
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| mine... |
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| all moored up for the night |
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| the setting sun |
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| It's not a schooner... it's a Sailboat. |
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| A schooner IS a sailboat stupid head! |
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| Sassnitz Breakwater Lighthouse |
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| a fish supper |
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| nightfall in the old harbour |
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