Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 06, 2016
A Towel and Trunks
Labels:
beach,
Cannes,
France,
haiku,
Little Onion,
luxury,
paul conneally,
poetry,
street photography,
style,
travel
Friday, August 12, 2016
Wish You Were Here

The public beaches in Cannes are truly egalitarian.
Everyone is welcome no matter their age, gender, race, sexuality, or body shape.
People have been coming to La Plage for generations and save for a few changes in fashion and technology the scene today is probably very similar to that of fifty years ago.
sand between her toes
she writes for the tenth time
'wish you were here'
Little Onion
UPDATE: The decision of the Mayor of Cannes to institute and enforce a 'BURKINI BAN' on the beaches of Cannes makes the idea of them being egalitarian redundant. Terrible decision!
Photograph: Paul Conneally, Cannes Plage, August 2016
Labels:
bathers,
beach,
Cannes,
France,
French beaches,
haibun,
haiku,
Little Onion,
paul conneally,
photography,
poetry,
sunbathing
Sunday, August 07, 2016
Friday, July 29, 2016
Early Morning Bathers - Cannes 2016

Between around 7.30 and 10 in the morning is primetime for bathers, many of them middle to old age, on the public beaches of Cannes. It's fairly quiet at this time and the sun is warm without being burning hot. They come without ceremony and if getting changed do so under a handheld towel. Grandfathers and Grandmothers sometimes with their grandchildren but most often alone wading out into the warm shallows and beyond. And then it's up on to La Croisette for a coffee before a visit to the bakery for the first baguette buy of the day.
morning shadows
a swim first he thinks
then home for a shave
Little Onion

Photographs: Paul Conneally, Cannes, 2016
Labels:
2016,
bathing,
beach,
Cannes,
France,
haibun,
haiku,
Little Onion,
paul conneally,
photography,
poetry,
travel writing
Thursday, April 07, 2016
One Hundred Men

We take my mum and dad, both in their eighties, to Liverpool for a couple of days. My mum has wanted to see Anthony Gormley's 'Another Place' for a long time. A cold, windy and wild day at Crosby beach. Together we watch the tide go out, slowly revealing one hundred metal statues, casts of Gormley himself, naked, looking out to sea.
blowing its horn
the ferry heads west
mating gulls
Little Onion
Photograph: Paul Conneally, Crosby, April 2016
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Labels:
Another Place,
Anthony Gormley,
beach,
coast,
haibun,
haiku,
Little Onion,
Liverpool,
paul conneally,
photography,
poetry,
sculpture
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