After attending the vigil for Ukraine in Exeter on Sunday, my mind was in a turmoil. Beginning to realise that horrors of war are happening, just a few hours away from Devon, in cities like Exeter, in villages like Ogwell. The injustices of the Russian attacks; the despair of the women, children and elderly leaving their loved ones behind to fight; the fear of what will happen next.
I walked along the seafront at Teignmouth, as I have done so many times before. The sea was in turmoil, matching my mood. The waves smashed against the sea wall, spray flying over the people walking by. And for a while I was able to lose myself to taking photographs. I watched as the gulls danced in the wind over the turbulent water, diving into the surf and swooping up as the wave crested. A ferocious dance, battling the elements. I realised that I feel like that. Even though I am safe here, in a familiar space, I feel battered by what is happening and helpless to change what is coming. Much like my grandparents must have felt in the late 1930s.
Love your images and blog your images are beautiful and thought provoking hope this doesn’t sound silly , but it tickles a 6 th sense that has me believing that there is something else a finger tip away my compliments