A low winter sun suffuses the wake of the Inshore Life Boat with a rose pink glow....
....as it races across the mercury waters of the harbour on a December afternoon.
Off the stork legged Parkestone starting box, a beach cat searches for zephyrs in the still air.
Ashore in the fishermen's dock...
...the sun warms the body and slows the pace.
It casts long dark shadows at the feet of the Guild Hall....
....and turns the weathered stone of the church tower a honey gold.
Withies, marking the channel to Stargazer's berth, balance precariously above their reflections.
A sunbathing barnacle goose nonchalantly stands, one legged, watching the tide recede and surveys....
....migratory boats returned from their summer travels and snugged down for the winter.
A snowy egret waits patiently for his supper....
....standing as motionless as the surface of the water in today's bay.
A heron stalks the shallows of the uncovering mudflats. The paintbrush of the winter sun stipples a variegated grey cloak onto her back; highlights her beak with an abrupt dash of chromate yellow; and renders the water beneath her as shimmering folds of blue silk.
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