"Shut Down" :- It's been photographed many times and is famously part of the vibrant and busy seafront but not many get to see it like this. Wrapped up for the night, empty of music and laughter, silent and still...this is the Beach Carousel and a few other atractions on the lower promenade of Brighton, England. Warm light radiates from within and spills out over the cold paving causng all around to take on a soft purple glow in the twilight. Eerily quiet with just the sound of the waves crashing on the beach and the distant sound of traffic up on the coast road.
"Home of the Wisht Hounds" :- This is the majestical and mythical looking Wistman's Wood, a remote high-altitude oakwood on Dartmoor m in Devon, England. There are many stories, myths and legends that surround these ancient woods situated in the valley of the West Dart River. The Legendary Dartmoor website says "Tales of Druids, ghosts, the Devil and a host of other supernatural creatures abound, some dating back to the long lost ages before man could write. Many writers have described the wood as being "the most haunted place on Dartmoor", others warn that every rocky crevice is filled with writhing adders who spawn their young amidst the moss and leaf strewn tree roots. Locals will never venture near once the sun begins it slow descent over the nearby granite outcrops for it is when the dark mantle of night draws tight that the heinous denizens of the wood stalk the moor in search of their human victims. So be afraid, very afraid, as the wagging finger of fate warns you to stay clear and risk not your mortal soul in the 'Wood of the Wisemen'." The wood is supposedly (according to one of the legends) the kennels of the hounds of hell who pray on stray travellers as they journey through. They are a pack of huge black flesh eating snarling dogs known as the 'Wisht Hounds'. who are led by the Devil himself.
"As Nature Intended" :- Love the mixture of cold, dark water & clouds with the warmth of the sunset and blue sky beyond. Another wonderful scene from the shores of the beach at Ovingdean Gap on the south coast of England. Shot on a chilly January evening at the begnning of the year. Sometimes the best shot and mages are those wth very little in them. A vast body of H2O, some water vapour and a distant star. Simple.
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