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
On Whitley Bay beach I stand alone.
Where waves roll soft in a steady tone.
The rising sun ignites the day.
Gold dancing on the silver bay.
Gulls wheel high with playful cries.
The sea beats time the light climbs high.
A lonely watcher is warmed by the sky.
Where waves roll soft in a steady tone.
The rising sun ignites the day.
Gold dancing on the silver bay.
Gulls wheel high with playful cries.
The sea beats time the light climbs high.
A lonely watcher is warmed by the sky.
November 26, 2025 at 10:00 AM
On Whitley Bay beach I stand alone.
Where waves roll soft in a steady tone.
The rising sun ignites the day.
Gold dancing on the silver bay.
Gulls wheel high with playful cries.
The sea beats time the light climbs high.
A lonely watcher is warmed by the sky.
Where waves roll soft in a steady tone.
The rising sun ignites the day.
Gold dancing on the silver bay.
Gulls wheel high with playful cries.
The sea beats time the light climbs high.
A lonely watcher is warmed by the sky.
The sea rolls in and the winds take flight.
A lighthouse gleams in the fading light.
Darkened skies and waters deep.
Hold their mysteries, their secrets keep.
Through storm and dusk, through calm and tide.
The beacon stands as a watchful guide.
A lighthouse gleams in the fading light.
Darkened skies and waters deep.
Hold their mysteries, their secrets keep.
Through storm and dusk, through calm and tide.
The beacon stands as a watchful guide.
November 25, 2025 at 11:20 AM
The sea rolls in and the winds take flight.
A lighthouse gleams in the fading light.
Darkened skies and waters deep.
Hold their mysteries, their secrets keep.
Through storm and dusk, through calm and tide.
The beacon stands as a watchful guide.
A lighthouse gleams in the fading light.
Darkened skies and waters deep.
Hold their mysteries, their secrets keep.
Through storm and dusk, through calm and tide.
The beacon stands as a watchful guide.
They stand as shadows where the water creeps.
Absorbing silence that the twilight keeps.
They linger though the day has lost its heat.
Touching the remnants of the tide's retreat.
Perhaps they ponder journeys far afield.
Or secrets that the lonely sea has to yield.
Absorbing silence that the twilight keeps.
They linger though the day has lost its heat.
Touching the remnants of the tide's retreat.
Perhaps they ponder journeys far afield.
Or secrets that the lonely sea has to yield.
November 24, 2025 at 12:58 PM
They stand as shadows where the water creeps.
Absorbing silence that the twilight keeps.
They linger though the day has lost its heat.
Touching the remnants of the tide's retreat.
Perhaps they ponder journeys far afield.
Or secrets that the lonely sea has to yield.
Absorbing silence that the twilight keeps.
They linger though the day has lost its heat.
Touching the remnants of the tide's retreat.
Perhaps they ponder journeys far afield.
Or secrets that the lonely sea has to yield.
Sunset burns gold across the whispering tide, shadows stretch thin as memories drift. A lone figure walks the gleaming sand tracing dreams in the warming light. The sea hums secrets warm as embers and as soft as breath, carrying night’s promise toward the dawn.
November 23, 2025 at 11:32 AM
Sunset burns gold across the whispering tide, shadows stretch thin as memories drift. A lone figure walks the gleaming sand tracing dreams in the warming light. The sea hums secrets warm as embers and as soft as breath, carrying night’s promise toward the dawn.
President Piggy Trump oinked loud from his gilded pen.
boasting of acorns, victories, and “tremendous” mud again.
With hair like spun straw and a swagger stout.
He ruled the barnyard with a blustery shout.
Till the chickens snickered, he was all squeal, no clout.
boasting of acorns, victories, and “tremendous” mud again.
With hair like spun straw and a swagger stout.
He ruled the barnyard with a blustery shout.
Till the chickens snickered, he was all squeal, no clout.
November 22, 2025 at 1:47 PM
President Piggy Trump oinked loud from his gilded pen.
boasting of acorns, victories, and “tremendous” mud again.
With hair like spun straw and a swagger stout.
He ruled the barnyard with a blustery shout.
Till the chickens snickered, he was all squeal, no clout.
boasting of acorns, victories, and “tremendous” mud again.
With hair like spun straw and a swagger stout.
He ruled the barnyard with a blustery shout.
Till the chickens snickered, he was all squeal, no clout.
Sunlight glows on amber sand.
Mother and child walk hand in hand.
Foam sweeps close, just a playful tease.
Footprints stitched with the roaming breeze.
Clouds gather above like a painted dome.
Yet in their laughter, storms find no home.
Mother and child walk hand in hand.
Foam sweeps close, just a playful tease.
Footprints stitched with the roaming breeze.
Clouds gather above like a painted dome.
Yet in their laughter, storms find no home.
November 22, 2025 at 12:35 PM
Sunlight glows on amber sand.
Mother and child walk hand in hand.
Foam sweeps close, just a playful tease.
Footprints stitched with the roaming breeze.
Clouds gather above like a painted dome.
Yet in their laughter, storms find no home.
Mother and child walk hand in hand.
Foam sweeps close, just a playful tease.
Footprints stitched with the roaming breeze.
Clouds gather above like a painted dome.
Yet in their laughter, storms find no home.
Dawn smolders in a glowing sky.
Gold stitched through clouds like fire’s sigh.
A lone fisherman stands where breakers gleam.
His line cast quiet as a waking dream.
Stones glow green beneath the tide’s slow sweep.
and morning rises from the ocean’s deep.
Gold stitched through clouds like fire’s sigh.
A lone fisherman stands where breakers gleam.
His line cast quiet as a waking dream.
Stones glow green beneath the tide’s slow sweep.
and morning rises from the ocean’s deep.
November 21, 2025 at 11:45 AM
Dawn smolders in a glowing sky.
Gold stitched through clouds like fire’s sigh.
A lone fisherman stands where breakers gleam.
His line cast quiet as a waking dream.
Stones glow green beneath the tide’s slow sweep.
and morning rises from the ocean’s deep.
Gold stitched through clouds like fire’s sigh.
A lone fisherman stands where breakers gleam.
His line cast quiet as a waking dream.
Stones glow green beneath the tide’s slow sweep.
and morning rises from the ocean’s deep.
Pink clouds rumble softly above the rolling tide.
The shoreline hums a heartbeat where the walkers glide.
Waves slip silver patterns as the daylight fades.
Footsteps tap a tempo on the golden shades.
Evening drifts in quietly gentle and slow.
The rhythm of the coastline in a sunset glow.
The shoreline hums a heartbeat where the walkers glide.
Waves slip silver patterns as the daylight fades.
Footsteps tap a tempo on the golden shades.
Evening drifts in quietly gentle and slow.
The rhythm of the coastline in a sunset glow.
November 20, 2025 at 11:58 AM
Pink clouds rumble softly above the rolling tide.
The shoreline hums a heartbeat where the walkers glide.
Waves slip silver patterns as the daylight fades.
Footsteps tap a tempo on the golden shades.
Evening drifts in quietly gentle and slow.
The rhythm of the coastline in a sunset glow.
The shoreline hums a heartbeat where the walkers glide.
Waves slip silver patterns as the daylight fades.
Footsteps tap a tempo on the golden shades.
Evening drifts in quietly gentle and slow.
The rhythm of the coastline in a sunset glow.
Gold sky fading over Whitley Bay.
Waves whisper stories of the day.
Footsteps trail where seabirds glide.
Four friends strolling with the tide.
Wind bites sharp but hearts stay warm.
A quiet shore and a gentle storm.
Waves whisper stories of the day.
Footsteps trail where seabirds glide.
Four friends strolling with the tide.
Wind bites sharp but hearts stay warm.
A quiet shore and a gentle storm.
November 19, 2025 at 12:57 PM
Gold sky fading over Whitley Bay.
Waves whisper stories of the day.
Footsteps trail where seabirds glide.
Four friends strolling with the tide.
Wind bites sharp but hearts stay warm.
A quiet shore and a gentle storm.
Waves whisper stories of the day.
Footsteps trail where seabirds glide.
Four friends strolling with the tide.
Wind bites sharp but hearts stay warm.
A quiet shore and a gentle storm.
Golden light drapes the shore in flame.
Waves hum a tune only dusk can name.
Footprints trail where the cool surf roams.
Carving soft paths toward twilight’s homes.
A family is silhouetted in the fading gleam.
Walking the edge of a half-woken dream.
Waves hum a tune only dusk can name.
Footprints trail where the cool surf roams.
Carving soft paths toward twilight’s homes.
A family is silhouetted in the fading gleam.
Walking the edge of a half-woken dream.
November 18, 2025 at 12:55 PM
Golden light drapes the shore in flame.
Waves hum a tune only dusk can name.
Footprints trail where the cool surf roams.
Carving soft paths toward twilight’s homes.
A family is silhouetted in the fading gleam.
Walking the edge of a half-woken dream.
Waves hum a tune only dusk can name.
Footprints trail where the cool surf roams.
Carving soft paths toward twilight’s homes.
A family is silhouetted in the fading gleam.
Walking the edge of a half-woken dream.
Storm clouds gather with a steady beat.
Waves pound rock like iron feet.
The lighthouse flickers in the gloom.
A lone pulse fighting certain doom.
Wind cries warnings through the night.
Hold fast, stand firm, and endure the fight.
Waves pound rock like iron feet.
The lighthouse flickers in the gloom.
A lone pulse fighting certain doom.
Wind cries warnings through the night.
Hold fast, stand firm, and endure the fight.
November 17, 2025 at 12:10 PM
Storm clouds gather with a steady beat.
Waves pound rock like iron feet.
The lighthouse flickers in the gloom.
A lone pulse fighting certain doom.
Wind cries warnings through the night.
Hold fast, stand firm, and endure the fight.
Waves pound rock like iron feet.
The lighthouse flickers in the gloom.
A lone pulse fighting certain doom.
Wind cries warnings through the night.
Hold fast, stand firm, and endure the fight.
Sunset glows on the sand’s warm line.
Waves roll in with a hush so fine.
A fisherman stands calm and sure.
Casting dreams where the winds endure.
Gold-washed skies in fading light.
Hold the day as it turns to night.
Waves roll in with a hush so fine.
A fisherman stands calm and sure.
Casting dreams where the winds endure.
Gold-washed skies in fading light.
Hold the day as it turns to night.
November 16, 2025 at 9:27 AM
Sunset glows on the sand’s warm line.
Waves roll in with a hush so fine.
A fisherman stands calm and sure.
Casting dreams where the winds endure.
Gold-washed skies in fading light.
Hold the day as it turns to night.
Waves roll in with a hush so fine.
A fisherman stands calm and sure.
Casting dreams where the winds endure.
Gold-washed skies in fading light.
Hold the day as it turns to night.
Golden light spills over the tide.
Rocks like sleeping giants side-by-side.
The sun melts on pools in quiet reach.
whispering fire across the beach.
Waves breathe low with amber grace.
A glowing world time can’t erase.
Rocks like sleeping giants side-by-side.
The sun melts on pools in quiet reach.
whispering fire across the beach.
Waves breathe low with amber grace.
A glowing world time can’t erase.
November 15, 2025 at 12:59 PM
Golden light spills over the tide.
Rocks like sleeping giants side-by-side.
The sun melts on pools in quiet reach.
whispering fire across the beach.
Waves breathe low with amber grace.
A glowing world time can’t erase.
Rocks like sleeping giants side-by-side.
The sun melts on pools in quiet reach.
whispering fire across the beach.
Waves breathe low with amber grace.
A glowing world time can’t erase.
The breeze hums low as dawnlight spills.
Gold on tidepools, stones and hills.
A lone white tower guards the sea.
The sky in flame and the world set free.
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Gold on tidepools, stones and hills.
A lone white tower guards the sea.
The sky in flame and the world set free.
#photography #photo #photoart #art #image
November 14, 2025 at 10:21 AM
The breeze hums low as dawnlight spills.
Gold on tidepools, stones and hills.
A lone white tower guards the sea.
The sky in flame and the world set free.
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Gold on tidepools, stones and hills.
A lone white tower guards the sea.
The sky in flame and the world set free.
#photography #photo #photoart #art #image
Golden sand hums under fading light.
Waves whisper secrets to the coming night.
Clouds drift slowly in a painted sky.
Footsteps fading where shorebirds fly.
Evening wraps the world in gold.
A calm the wildest heart can hold.
Waves whisper secrets to the coming night.
Clouds drift slowly in a painted sky.
Footsteps fading where shorebirds fly.
Evening wraps the world in gold.
A calm the wildest heart can hold.
November 13, 2025 at 10:03 AM
Golden sand hums under fading light.
Waves whisper secrets to the coming night.
Clouds drift slowly in a painted sky.
Footsteps fading where shorebirds fly.
Evening wraps the world in gold.
A calm the wildest heart can hold.
Waves whisper secrets to the coming night.
Clouds drift slowly in a painted sky.
Footsteps fading where shorebirds fly.
Evening wraps the world in gold.
A calm the wildest heart can hold.
Gold bleeds through clouds at sea’s last light.
The lighthouse guards the coming night.
Waves breathe secrets soft and deep.
As dusk folds day in amber sleep.
Stone and tide in twilight meet.
The world exhales serene and complete.
The lighthouse guards the coming night.
Waves breathe secrets soft and deep.
As dusk folds day in amber sleep.
Stone and tide in twilight meet.
The world exhales serene and complete.
November 12, 2025 at 11:13 AM
Gold bleeds through clouds at sea’s last light.
The lighthouse guards the coming night.
Waves breathe secrets soft and deep.
As dusk folds day in amber sleep.
Stone and tide in twilight meet.
The world exhales serene and complete.
The lighthouse guards the coming night.
Waves breathe secrets soft and deep.
As dusk folds day in amber sleep.
Stone and tide in twilight meet.
The world exhales serene and complete.
Golden breath on the sleeping sand.
Waves hum low, the dawn takes a hand.
Pebbles gleam in the amber streams.
A world half-woken stitched by dreams.
Footsteps trace the tide’s soft line.
Sky and sea in gold entwine.
Hope ignites where light is born.
A promise whispered to the morn.
Waves hum low, the dawn takes a hand.
Pebbles gleam in the amber streams.
A world half-woken stitched by dreams.
Footsteps trace the tide’s soft line.
Sky and sea in gold entwine.
Hope ignites where light is born.
A promise whispered to the morn.
November 11, 2025 at 10:57 AM
Golden breath on the sleeping sand.
Waves hum low, the dawn takes a hand.
Pebbles gleam in the amber streams.
A world half-woken stitched by dreams.
Footsteps trace the tide’s soft line.
Sky and sea in gold entwine.
Hope ignites where light is born.
A promise whispered to the morn.
Waves hum low, the dawn takes a hand.
Pebbles gleam in the amber streams.
A world half-woken stitched by dreams.
Footsteps trace the tide’s soft line.
Sky and sea in gold entwine.
Hope ignites where light is born.
A promise whispered to the morn.
The tide sighs beneath rose-colored clouds.
where sand remembers every flame.
A gull’s cry threads the hush of dusk.
And water writes what none can name.
The light walks home on silver feet.
And time itself forgets to breathe.
where sand remembers every flame.
A gull’s cry threads the hush of dusk.
And water writes what none can name.
The light walks home on silver feet.
And time itself forgets to breathe.
November 10, 2025 at 1:05 PM
The tide sighs beneath rose-colored clouds.
where sand remembers every flame.
A gull’s cry threads the hush of dusk.
And water writes what none can name.
The light walks home on silver feet.
And time itself forgets to breathe.
where sand remembers every flame.
A gull’s cry threads the hush of dusk.
And water writes what none can name.
The light walks home on silver feet.
And time itself forgets to breathe.
Amber tide rising on a silent shore.
Shadows stretch and then are no more.
Waves applaud the fading gleam.
The town half-wakes inside a dream.
One soul walks where dusk has flown.
In molten light the world’s his own.
Shadows stretch and then are no more.
Waves applaud the fading gleam.
The town half-wakes inside a dream.
One soul walks where dusk has flown.
In molten light the world’s his own.
November 9, 2025 at 12:03 PM
Amber tide rising on a silent shore.
Shadows stretch and then are no more.
Waves applaud the fading gleam.
The town half-wakes inside a dream.
One soul walks where dusk has flown.
In molten light the world’s his own.
Shadows stretch and then are no more.
Waves applaud the fading gleam.
The town half-wakes inside a dream.
One soul walks where dusk has flown.
In molten light the world’s his own.
Gold spills over the restless sea.
Waves whisper secrets endlessly.
Footsteps fade where sunlight dies.
Dreams drift home beneath bronze skies.
Evening hums a low refrain.
Day departs, yet warmth remains.
Waves whisper secrets endlessly.
Footsteps fade where sunlight dies.
Dreams drift home beneath bronze skies.
Evening hums a low refrain.
Day departs, yet warmth remains.
November 8, 2025 at 11:35 AM
Gold spills over the restless sea.
Waves whisper secrets endlessly.
Footsteps fade where sunlight dies.
Dreams drift home beneath bronze skies.
Evening hums a low refrain.
Day departs, yet warmth remains.
Waves whisper secrets endlessly.
Footsteps fade where sunlight dies.
Dreams drift home beneath bronze skies.
Evening hums a low refrain.
Day departs, yet warmth remains.
Mist curls around the ancient keep.
Where waves and whispers never sleep.
Stone on sand a fortress stands.
Guard of time on shifting sands.
Figures fade through salt and hue.
Footsteps lost where gulls once flew.
The sea remembers, soft and deep.
The vows that castles still must keep.
Where waves and whispers never sleep.
Stone on sand a fortress stands.
Guard of time on shifting sands.
Figures fade through salt and hue.
Footsteps lost where gulls once flew.
The sea remembers, soft and deep.
The vows that castles still must keep.
November 7, 2025 at 12:55 PM
Mist curls around the ancient keep.
Where waves and whispers never sleep.
Stone on sand a fortress stands.
Guard of time on shifting sands.
Figures fade through salt and hue.
Footsteps lost where gulls once flew.
The sea remembers, soft and deep.
The vows that castles still must keep.
Where waves and whispers never sleep.
Stone on sand a fortress stands.
Guard of time on shifting sands.
Figures fade through salt and hue.
Footsteps lost where gulls once flew.
The sea remembers, soft and deep.
The vows that castles still must keep.
Silver tide and storm-cloud seam.
Houses brood in a half-lit dream.
Two souls walk where breakers gleam.
Their dog a shadow in the beam.
The wind holds whispers cold yet kind.
A shore for hearts that will not mind.
Dark above, but gold below.
Where sea and sorrow softly glow.
Houses brood in a half-lit dream.
Two souls walk where breakers gleam.
Their dog a shadow in the beam.
The wind holds whispers cold yet kind.
A shore for hearts that will not mind.
Dark above, but gold below.
Where sea and sorrow softly glow.
November 6, 2025 at 12:45 PM
Silver tide and storm-cloud seam.
Houses brood in a half-lit dream.
Two souls walk where breakers gleam.
Their dog a shadow in the beam.
The wind holds whispers cold yet kind.
A shore for hearts that will not mind.
Dark above, but gold below.
Where sea and sorrow softly glow.
Houses brood in a half-lit dream.
Two souls walk where breakers gleam.
Their dog a shadow in the beam.
The wind holds whispers cold yet kind.
A shore for hearts that will not mind.
Dark above, but gold below.
Where sea and sorrow softly glow.
The golden sky bleeds into the sea.
Footsteps fade where dreams may be.
Waves breathe whispers soft and low.
The sun dips down in an amber glow.
Moss and stone in the twilight gleam.
A world half-waking, half a dream.
One lone figure, calm and small.
evening’s hush embraces all.
Footsteps fade where dreams may be.
Waves breathe whispers soft and low.
The sun dips down in an amber glow.
Moss and stone in the twilight gleam.
A world half-waking, half a dream.
One lone figure, calm and small.
evening’s hush embraces all.
November 5, 2025 at 11:59 AM
The golden sky bleeds into the sea.
Footsteps fade where dreams may be.
Waves breathe whispers soft and low.
The sun dips down in an amber glow.
Moss and stone in the twilight gleam.
A world half-waking, half a dream.
One lone figure, calm and small.
evening’s hush embraces all.
Footsteps fade where dreams may be.
Waves breathe whispers soft and low.
The sun dips down in an amber glow.
Moss and stone in the twilight gleam.
A world half-waking, half a dream.
One lone figure, calm and small.
evening’s hush embraces all.
Waves whisper secrets to stone and sand.
A lighthouse gleams where sea meets land.
Twilight paints with a violet flame.
The storm forgets its roaring name.
With foam like silk, the tide takes flight.
Guided home by the keeper’s light.
A lighthouse gleams where sea meets land.
Twilight paints with a violet flame.
The storm forgets its roaring name.
With foam like silk, the tide takes flight.
Guided home by the keeper’s light.
November 4, 2025 at 10:43 AM
Waves whisper secrets to stone and sand.
A lighthouse gleams where sea meets land.
Twilight paints with a violet flame.
The storm forgets its roaring name.
With foam like silk, the tide takes flight.
Guided home by the keeper’s light.
A lighthouse gleams where sea meets land.
Twilight paints with a violet flame.
The storm forgets its roaring name.
With foam like silk, the tide takes flight.
Guided home by the keeper’s light.
Golden sands breathe under endless blue.
Clouds drift like whispers the sea once knew.
Footsteps fade where the tide has been.
Dreams left shining soft and thin.
Far off a lighthouse guards the sea.
A sentinel watching for what might be.
Clouds drift like whispers the sea once knew.
Footsteps fade where the tide has been.
Dreams left shining soft and thin.
Far off a lighthouse guards the sea.
A sentinel watching for what might be.
November 3, 2025 at 11:09 AM
Golden sands breathe under endless blue.
Clouds drift like whispers the sea once knew.
Footsteps fade where the tide has been.
Dreams left shining soft and thin.
Far off a lighthouse guards the sea.
A sentinel watching for what might be.
Clouds drift like whispers the sea once knew.
Footsteps fade where the tide has been.
Dreams left shining soft and thin.
Far off a lighthouse guards the sea.
A sentinel watching for what might be.