Gulls. Coalcliff, NSW, Australia.



I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

(An extract from “Sea Fever” by John Masefield)

6 thoughts on “Gulls. Coalcliff, NSW, Australia.”

  1. I took a photograph of a seagull this weekend in Boston. I thought it was pretty good. It shall never see the light of day after seeing this. When? Did you see this view recently?

  2. I don’t know why I know the first line to that poem, but I do. It must have been on some test in the distant past. I think sea-gulls are one of the only birds that you see almost everywhere with a coastline (except Antarctica). I like watching them, but not while eating outside.

  3. This is near your place? Must be nice to live so close to such natural beauty. I love the movements in the shot and the color of the sea. Makes me want to grab a big sweater and go sit on a cliff with salty air and gushes of wind. Dallas is pretty deficient as far as cliffs go. Or mountains. Beaches. Forests. Seas. Wind.

  4. Planetross

    It’s strange how little snippets of things stick in our heads. I was thinking about the poem as I was looking at the water and it seemed to resonate, even though it was about wanting to go back to sea on sailing ships.


    Sydney is a coastal city and the nearest beach from my house is about a 30 minutes drive away. The photo was taken about an hour away from home. It was a cold and windy day but that didn’t stop my wife and I from just staring at the patterns caused by the waves for what seemed like an age. To me the water almost looked like some kind of polished green stone.

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