Ray Bilcliff - Photography
@raybilcliff.com
Retired Scuba & Karate Instructor 👌🥋 Photographer of enchanted realms.
Website: https://raybilcliff.com/
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Website: https://raybilcliff.com/
My pics are free here. https://www.pexels.com/@raybilcliff/
#photography #poetry #photo #poem #landscape
Sometimes the color just gets in the way.
January 7, 2026 at 7:15 PM
Sometimes the color just gets in the way.
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.
The useful fool got his instructions.
December 29, 2025 at 1:10 PM
The useful fool got his instructions.
So sayeth the Kremlin.
December 29, 2025 at 1:08 PM
So sayeth the Kremlin.