Ray Bilcliff - Photography
@raybilcliff.com
Retired Scuba & Karate Instructor 👌🥋 Photographer of enchanted realms.
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Website: https://raybilcliff.com/
My pics are free here. https://www.pexels.com/@raybilcliff/
#photography #poetry #photo #poem #landscape
Storm-worn pier curves as wild waves roar.
Salty wind drums a rhyming shore.
Shadowed steps in the dusk align.
Spray paints silver threads that shine.
Waves surge and roll, dark yet sublime.
Hope walks bright through roaring time.
Salty wind drums a rhyming shore.
Shadowed steps in the dusk align.
Spray paints silver threads that shine.
Waves surge and roll, dark yet sublime.
Hope walks bright through roaring time.
January 7, 2026 at 12:36 PM
Storm-worn pier curves as wild waves roar.
Salty wind drums a rhyming shore.
Shadowed steps in the dusk align.
Spray paints silver threads that shine.
Waves surge and roll, dark yet sublime.
Hope walks bright through roaring time.
Salty wind drums a rhyming shore.
Shadowed steps in the dusk align.
Spray paints silver threads that shine.
Waves surge and roll, dark yet sublime.
Hope walks bright through roaring time.
Stormlight glows along the shore.
Waves crash then rise once more.
Amber sand and a silver sky.
Whispering breezes wander by.
Grasses sway where shadows glide.
Footsteps follow along the tide.
Soft and warm the rhythms rhyme.
Stitching dusk to the passing time.
Waves crash then rise once more.
Amber sand and a silver sky.
Whispering breezes wander by.
Grasses sway where shadows glide.
Footsteps follow along the tide.
Soft and warm the rhythms rhyme.
Stitching dusk to the passing time.
January 6, 2026 at 1:36 PM
Stormlight glows along the shore.
Waves crash then rise once more.
Amber sand and a silver sky.
Whispering breezes wander by.
Grasses sway where shadows glide.
Footsteps follow along the tide.
Soft and warm the rhythms rhyme.
Stitching dusk to the passing time.
Waves crash then rise once more.
Amber sand and a silver sky.
Whispering breezes wander by.
Grasses sway where shadows glide.
Footsteps follow along the tide.
Soft and warm the rhythms rhyme.
Stitching dusk to the passing time.
A lone surfer waits where the tide breathes slow.
Salt winds skate and shimmer while the pale waves glow.
Sand-light drifts to twilight in a patient, pulsing rhyme.
Hope stays near, a hush sincere, till breakers crown their time.
Salt winds skate and shimmer while the pale waves glow.
Sand-light drifts to twilight in a patient, pulsing rhyme.
Hope stays near, a hush sincere, till breakers crown their time.
January 5, 2026 at 10:08 AM
A lone surfer waits where the tide breathes slow.
Salt winds skate and shimmer while the pale waves glow.
Sand-light drifts to twilight in a patient, pulsing rhyme.
Hope stays near, a hush sincere, till breakers crown their time.
Salt winds skate and shimmer while the pale waves glow.
Sand-light drifts to twilight in a patient, pulsing rhyme.
Hope stays near, a hush sincere, till breakers crown their time.
Sun spills gold across the vale.
Soft winds share a wandering tale.
Hills hum low where shadows gleam.
Rivers rhyme with evening’s dream.
Fields glow green beneath the sky.
Hope sings bold, and so do I.
Soft winds share a wandering tale.
Hills hum low where shadows gleam.
Rivers rhyme with evening’s dream.
Fields glow green beneath the sky.
Hope sings bold, and so do I.
January 4, 2026 at 11:19 AM
Sun spills gold across the vale.
Soft winds share a wandering tale.
Hills hum low where shadows gleam.
Rivers rhyme with evening’s dream.
Fields glow green beneath the sky.
Hope sings bold, and so do I.
Soft winds share a wandering tale.
Hills hum low where shadows gleam.
Rivers rhyme with evening’s dream.
Fields glow green beneath the sky.
Hope sings bold, and so do I.
Waves roll bold in midnight blue.
They hiss and kiss the pier on cue.
The lighthouse sparkles, bright and true.
A silver beacon the winds pursue.
Clouds drift softly across the sky.
While moonlit tides go racing by.
They hiss and kiss the pier on cue.
The lighthouse sparkles, bright and true.
A silver beacon the winds pursue.
Clouds drift softly across the sky.
While moonlit tides go racing by.
January 3, 2026 at 12:40 PM
Waves roll bold in midnight blue.
They hiss and kiss the pier on cue.
The lighthouse sparkles, bright and true.
A silver beacon the winds pursue.
Clouds drift softly across the sky.
While moonlit tides go racing by.
They hiss and kiss the pier on cue.
The lighthouse sparkles, bright and true.
A silver beacon the winds pursue.
Clouds drift softly across the sky.
While moonlit tides go racing by.
Dawn lights the horizon with quiet fire.
Clouds blush rose where night drifts away.
Waves carry whispers of waking light.
Shorelines breathe in the soft new day.
And the sky unfolds in gentle gold.
Clouds blush rose where night drifts away.
Waves carry whispers of waking light.
Shorelines breathe in the soft new day.
And the sky unfolds in gentle gold.
January 2, 2026 at 11:58 AM
Dawn lights the horizon with quiet fire.
Clouds blush rose where night drifts away.
Waves carry whispers of waking light.
Shorelines breathe in the soft new day.
And the sky unfolds in gentle gold.
Clouds blush rose where night drifts away.
Waves carry whispers of waking light.
Shorelines breathe in the soft new day.
And the sky unfolds in gentle gold.
Fern-light flickers where the waterfall sings.
Moss crowns stones with emerald rings.
The river weaves a golden rhyme.
Echoing roots and ancient time.
Moss crowns stones with emerald rings.
The river weaves a golden rhyme.
Echoing roots and ancient time.
January 1, 2026 at 7:30 AM
Fern-light flickers where the waterfall sings.
Moss crowns stones with emerald rings.
The river weaves a golden rhyme.
Echoing roots and ancient time.
Moss crowns stones with emerald rings.
The river weaves a golden rhyme.
Echoing roots and ancient time.
Golden waves drum on sand and stone.
Moss-bright rocks breathe life of their own.
The lighthouse shines across the sea’s wide air.
We trade a joke with the gulls flying up there.
A roaming heart at sunset’s gleam.
Guarding the tide like a waking dream.
Moss-bright rocks breathe life of their own.
The lighthouse shines across the sea’s wide air.
We trade a joke with the gulls flying up there.
A roaming heart at sunset’s gleam.
Guarding the tide like a waking dream.
December 31, 2025 at 11:56 AM
Golden waves drum on sand and stone.
Moss-bright rocks breathe life of their own.
The lighthouse shines across the sea’s wide air.
We trade a joke with the gulls flying up there.
A roaming heart at sunset’s gleam.
Guarding the tide like a waking dream.
Moss-bright rocks breathe life of their own.
The lighthouse shines across the sea’s wide air.
We trade a joke with the gulls flying up there.
A roaming heart at sunset’s gleam.
Guarding the tide like a waking dream.
Pools of heaven touch the earth.
Where secrets wait for the moon's rebirth.
A shore where dreams and time collide.
And time forgets the turning tide.
Where secrets wait for the moon's rebirth.
A shore where dreams and time collide.
And time forgets the turning tide.
December 30, 2025 at 10:25 AM
Pools of heaven touch the earth.
Where secrets wait for the moon's rebirth.
A shore where dreams and time collide.
And time forgets the turning tide.
Where secrets wait for the moon's rebirth.
A shore where dreams and time collide.
And time forgets the turning tide.
Stone and tide in muted gold.
The lighthouse stands austere and bold.
Shadows veil the silent bay.
Where echoes mourn the dying day.
Winds recite a grave refrain.
Of salt and stone and patient rain.
While clouds in solemn passage flow.
And dusk yields up its final glow.
The lighthouse stands austere and bold.
Shadows veil the silent bay.
Where echoes mourn the dying day.
Winds recite a grave refrain.
Of salt and stone and patient rain.
While clouds in solemn passage flow.
And dusk yields up its final glow.
December 29, 2025 at 1:07 PM
Stone and tide in muted gold.
The lighthouse stands austere and bold.
Shadows veil the silent bay.
Where echoes mourn the dying day.
Winds recite a grave refrain.
Of salt and stone and patient rain.
While clouds in solemn passage flow.
And dusk yields up its final glow.
The lighthouse stands austere and bold.
Shadows veil the silent bay.
Where echoes mourn the dying day.
Winds recite a grave refrain.
Of salt and stone and patient rain.
While clouds in solemn passage flow.
And dusk yields up its final glow.
Ripples glitter where the tide drifts low.
Mossy rocks in emerald glow.
The sky sings bright, the waves reply.
We rhyme with the wind and seabirds’ cry.
Wild and free, the moments chime.
Nature’s heart keeps perfect time.
Mossy rocks in emerald glow.
The sky sings bright, the waves reply.
We rhyme with the wind and seabirds’ cry.
Wild and free, the moments chime.
Nature’s heart keeps perfect time.
December 28, 2025 at 9:53 AM
Ripples glitter where the tide drifts low.
Mossy rocks in emerald glow.
The sky sings bright, the waves reply.
We rhyme with the wind and seabirds’ cry.
Wild and free, the moments chime.
Nature’s heart keeps perfect time.
Mossy rocks in emerald glow.
The sky sings bright, the waves reply.
We rhyme with the wind and seabirds’ cry.
Wild and free, the moments chime.
Nature’s heart keeps perfect time.
Along the causeway the dawn light gleams.
The sea rolls soft in golden streams.
Stones echo rhythms of the tide.
Where waves and whispering winds abide.
The lighthouse glows in an amber hue.
Sky meets water, bright and true.
The sea rolls soft in golden streams.
Stones echo rhythms of the tide.
Where waves and whispering winds abide.
The lighthouse glows in an amber hue.
Sky meets water, bright and true.
December 27, 2025 at 1:12 PM
Along the causeway the dawn light gleams.
The sea rolls soft in golden streams.
Stones echo rhythms of the tide.
Where waves and whispering winds abide.
The lighthouse glows in an amber hue.
Sky meets water, bright and true.
The sea rolls soft in golden streams.
Stones echo rhythms of the tide.
Where waves and whispering winds abide.
The lighthouse glows in an amber hue.
Sky meets water, bright and true.
At Whitley Bay the dawn feels near,
The waves roll soft, and the sky turns clear.
Golden light along the bay.
Guides the tide in a gentle sway.
Gulls drift low where breezes play.
Hope wakes warm with the rising day.
The waves roll soft, and the sky turns clear.
Golden light along the bay.
Guides the tide in a gentle sway.
Gulls drift low where breezes play.
Hope wakes warm with the rising day.
December 26, 2025 at 1:08 PM
At Whitley Bay the dawn feels near,
The waves roll soft, and the sky turns clear.
Golden light along the bay.
Guides the tide in a gentle sway.
Gulls drift low where breezes play.
Hope wakes warm with the rising day.
The waves roll soft, and the sky turns clear.
Golden light along the bay.
Guides the tide in a gentle sway.
Gulls drift low where breezes play.
Hope wakes warm with the rising day.
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December 25, 2025 at 9:50 AM
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The wind rolls in with a restless cry.
Waves lift high, then break and fly.
The lighthouse stands where shadows grow.
Its gentle glow on the tides below.
The storm may roar and waters race.
Yet light and sea stay locked in grace.
Waves lift high, then break and fly.
The lighthouse stands where shadows grow.
Its gentle glow on the tides below.
The storm may roar and waters race.
Yet light and sea stay locked in grace.
December 25, 2025 at 9:45 AM
The wind rolls in with a restless cry.
Waves lift high, then break and fly.
The lighthouse stands where shadows grow.
Its gentle glow on the tides below.
The storm may roar and waters race.
Yet light and sea stay locked in grace.
Waves lift high, then break and fly.
The lighthouse stands where shadows grow.
Its gentle glow on the tides below.
The storm may roar and waters race.
Yet light and sea stay locked in grace.
At dawn the arch warms slow and wide.
Soft light spilling down the mountainside.
The sandstone glows where shadows part.
A quiet breath inside the heart.
The canyon wakes in amber tone.
Daybreak hums through wind-carved stone.
Soft light spilling down the mountainside.
The sandstone glows where shadows part.
A quiet breath inside the heart.
The canyon wakes in amber tone.
Daybreak hums through wind-carved stone.
December 24, 2025 at 12:02 PM
At dawn the arch warms slow and wide.
Soft light spilling down the mountainside.
The sandstone glows where shadows part.
A quiet breath inside the heart.
The canyon wakes in amber tone.
Daybreak hums through wind-carved stone.
Soft light spilling down the mountainside.
The sandstone glows where shadows part.
A quiet breath inside the heart.
The canyon wakes in amber tone.
Daybreak hums through wind-carved stone.
Soft hooves hush on the amber road.
Where forest breathes a twilight code.
A lone deer drifts through dust and light.
Paused between the day and night.
Heartbeats rhyme with earth’s deep song.
One fragile step, then moving on.
Where forest breathes a twilight code.
A lone deer drifts through dust and light.
Paused between the day and night.
Heartbeats rhyme with earth’s deep song.
One fragile step, then moving on.
December 23, 2025 at 12:16 PM
Soft hooves hush on the amber road.
Where forest breathes a twilight code.
A lone deer drifts through dust and light.
Paused between the day and night.
Heartbeats rhyme with earth’s deep song.
One fragile step, then moving on.
Where forest breathes a twilight code.
A lone deer drifts through dust and light.
Paused between the day and night.
Heartbeats rhyme with earth’s deep song.
One fragile step, then moving on.
Dusk spills ink on the edge of the sea.
A lighthouse keeps watch like an old sentry.
Tide pools whisper what daylight knew.
While purple and gold trade places with blue.
Rocks wear moss like emerald crowns.
And silence settles as the sun steps down.
A lighthouse keeps watch like an old sentry.
Tide pools whisper what daylight knew.
While purple and gold trade places with blue.
Rocks wear moss like emerald crowns.
And silence settles as the sun steps down.
December 22, 2025 at 11:22 AM
Dusk spills ink on the edge of the sea.
A lighthouse keeps watch like an old sentry.
Tide pools whisper what daylight knew.
While purple and gold trade places with blue.
Rocks wear moss like emerald crowns.
And silence settles as the sun steps down.
A lighthouse keeps watch like an old sentry.
Tide pools whisper what daylight knew.
While purple and gold trade places with blue.
Rocks wear moss like emerald crowns.
And silence settles as the sun steps down.
Gold sand sighs as dark clouds loom.
Waves write vows in a salted boom.
Two shadows walk where day meets night.
Footprints fading, hearts held tight.
Rocks kneel, crowned by foaming lace.
The storm learns grace in the ocean’s face.
Even the thunder slows its pace.
Waves write vows in a salted boom.
Two shadows walk where day meets night.
Footprints fading, hearts held tight.
Rocks kneel, crowned by foaming lace.
The storm learns grace in the ocean’s face.
Even the thunder slows its pace.
December 21, 2025 at 8:21 AM
Gold sand sighs as dark clouds loom.
Waves write vows in a salted boom.
Two shadows walk where day meets night.
Footprints fading, hearts held tight.
Rocks kneel, crowned by foaming lace.
The storm learns grace in the ocean’s face.
Even the thunder slows its pace.
Waves write vows in a salted boom.
Two shadows walk where day meets night.
Footprints fading, hearts held tight.
Rocks kneel, crowned by foaming lace.
The storm learns grace in the ocean’s face.
Even the thunder slows its pace.
Crimson poppies in a field of gold.
Soft flames of memory, brave and bold.
They sway where fallen echoes sleep.
Petals hide the vows we keep.
Sunset bleeds, and the wind replies.
Red remembers, and the Earth still sighs.
Soft flames of memory, brave and bold.
They sway where fallen echoes sleep.
Petals hide the vows we keep.
Sunset bleeds, and the wind replies.
Red remembers, and the Earth still sighs.
December 20, 2025 at 2:18 PM
Crimson poppies in a field of gold.
Soft flames of memory, brave and bold.
They sway where fallen echoes sleep.
Petals hide the vows we keep.
Sunset bleeds, and the wind replies.
Red remembers, and the Earth still sighs.
Soft flames of memory, brave and bold.
They sway where fallen echoes sleep.
Petals hide the vows we keep.
Sunset bleeds, and the wind replies.
Red remembers, and the Earth still sighs.
The distant keeper scans the gloom.
Beyond the crashing spray.
For one faint break of sun that might.
Unwind the endless gray.
He tends his constant flame out there.
When all the stars retreat.
And trusts that on the farthest wave.
The light and dawn will meet.
Beyond the crashing spray.
For one faint break of sun that might.
Unwind the endless gray.
He tends his constant flame out there.
When all the stars retreat.
And trusts that on the farthest wave.
The light and dawn will meet.
December 19, 2025 at 11:59 AM
The distant keeper scans the gloom.
Beyond the crashing spray.
For one faint break of sun that might.
Unwind the endless gray.
He tends his constant flame out there.
When all the stars retreat.
And trusts that on the farthest wave.
The light and dawn will meet.
Beyond the crashing spray.
For one faint break of sun that might.
Unwind the endless gray.
He tends his constant flame out there.
When all the stars retreat.
And trusts that on the farthest wave.
The light and dawn will meet.
Midnight whispers kiss the shore.
Echoes lost forevermore.
A lonely figure, far yet near.
Lost in the night, yet held so dear.
Echoes lost forevermore.
A lonely figure, far yet near.
Lost in the night, yet held so dear.
December 18, 2025 at 12:46 PM
Midnight whispers kiss the shore.
Echoes lost forevermore.
A lonely figure, far yet near.
Lost in the night, yet held so dear.
Echoes lost forevermore.
A lonely figure, far yet near.
Lost in the night, yet held so dear.
Love is a tide that learns your name.
Returns each time, never the same.
It burns, it heals, it pulls, it stays.
A quiet fire through the loudest days.
When night falls hard and doubts run deep.
Love stands watch while the world is asleep.
Returns each time, never the same.
It burns, it heals, it pulls, it stays.
A quiet fire through the loudest days.
When night falls hard and doubts run deep.
Love stands watch while the world is asleep.
December 17, 2025 at 12:05 PM
Love is a tide that learns your name.
Returns each time, never the same.
It burns, it heals, it pulls, it stays.
A quiet fire through the loudest days.
When night falls hard and doubts run deep.
Love stands watch while the world is asleep.
Returns each time, never the same.
It burns, it heals, it pulls, it stays.
A quiet fire through the loudest days.
When night falls hard and doubts run deep.
Love stands watch while the world is asleep.
In this land, let peace arise.
Beneath the vast and open skies.
No war to cast a fearful shade.
Just love and hope that never fade.
Beneath the vast and open skies.
No war to cast a fearful shade.
Just love and hope that never fade.
December 16, 2025 at 10:18 AM
In this land, let peace arise.
Beneath the vast and open skies.
No war to cast a fearful shade.
Just love and hope that never fade.
Beneath the vast and open skies.
No war to cast a fearful shade.
Just love and hope that never fade.
Stone dreams stand where the waters rhyme.
Eilean Donan guards ancient time.
Golden dusk glows on loch and sky.
And mountains kneel as clouds drift by.
Walls remember the blade and flame.
And the silence speaks the castle’s name.
Eilean Donan guards ancient time.
Golden dusk glows on loch and sky.
And mountains kneel as clouds drift by.
Walls remember the blade and flame.
And the silence speaks the castle’s name.
December 14, 2025 at 1:51 PM
Stone dreams stand where the waters rhyme.
Eilean Donan guards ancient time.
Golden dusk glows on loch and sky.
And mountains kneel as clouds drift by.
Walls remember the blade and flame.
And the silence speaks the castle’s name.
Eilean Donan guards ancient time.
Golden dusk glows on loch and sky.
And mountains kneel as clouds drift by.
Walls remember the blade and flame.
And the silence speaks the castle’s name.