Here are a collection of photos I have taken over the last couple of years that for me conjure up the idea of solitude in response to Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge.
Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Week 20 – Solitude
Alone with my thoughts
I ponder life’s great mysteries
Where did I put my mobile?
This little family sat unawares of the perils before them
Dusk, and this perfect sunset and glassy sea turned this little boathouse and bridge into a wonderful rhapsody in blue!
Lone figures and their shadows as the sun goes down
This little sailing craft travels towards the setting sun.
This statue atop the Musée d’Orsay gazes across the sea of Parisian males whose beards give daily hope to the hirsuite.
On a rocky outcrop in the ocean this wonderful sea eagle sits atop its amazing nest of driftwood.
A yacht on the horizon and a last swim before sunset.
I gazed through the window of the Louvre as the sun set.
A plane flies above the Gothic spires of the British House of Parliament
On a crisp morning in spring we turned back and say this wonderful view which I snapped with joy.
These native Western Australian wildflowers are called “Everlastings” because their paper like petals can stay pretty even when they are dried.
They call Australia “The Lucky Country”. It is moments like this that make be believe it.
Strolling back to the Louvre through the Tuilleries
“Freo” as West Aussies foldly refer to Fremantle has the most beautiful beaches. A late finish to work today and I was luckily driving home when I saw this sunset, the fisherman and the cargo ships on the horizon. Thank you camera phone!
The boatman waits patiently for the return journey
Two fishermen write their own story in the water.
So wonderfully picturesque! Beautiful Cancale emerges surprisingly on the Brittanny coast
Some little swallows perched on the rafters in Cambodia. Do not be fooled by their cuteness!
This lone figure strolls along the beach in Fremantle, Western Australia at dusk just as I was photographing the sunset.
The sun just rising on the horizon, the moon and a single star hovering above the makeshift tent we built on the desert island.
his little chap obliging sat for a photo on a recent trip to the local swamp.
Le Penseur (The Thinker in the garden of the Musee Rodin, Paris. How can his internal organs function effectively all crushed up like that?