Two minutes of pink, then a slow grey
The 06:30 boat barely moves through Marsdiep, but the sun rises behind us and the whole bridge turns rose for as long as it takes to drink a coffee. By 't Horntje the colour is gone.
Most mornings start the same way: a thermos, a tripod, and the ferry from Den Helder. What follows are short notes — tide times, light, a few birds, the colour of the channel — collected on and around the island of Texel.
The 06:30 boat barely moves through Marsdiep, but the sun rises behind us and the whole bridge turns rose for as long as it takes to drink a coffee. By 't Horntje the colour is gone.
De Slufter is at its best on a damp Tuesday: nobody around, the marram still wet, and the small creeks rearranging themselves on the salt flats. Bring boots, expect to soak them.
Counted thirty-two pairs at the Mokbaai mudflat. They picked their way along the tide line with the long blue legs of dancers warming up backstage. Patience is mostly waiting for them to settle.
Tide Watcher is one person, one camera and a stubborn habit of taking the early ferry. Nothing here is sponsored. If you want to send a postcard from your own coast, the address is at the bottom of the page.
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