The Purpose To It All

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As I considered how my life was spent
How purposeful, how plotted
A sigh escaped me pleading to be heard
And as I sighed I felt the pain
Some twinge of inner turmoil
The pent up tension of all those years
Summation of a retreating life
Intent on seeking some resolution

For what had it been all about
What purpose behind the screen
How indistinct the clouded scene
However firm the frame
How difficult it had been

To keep the picture clean
How worthwhile now to try
For passing clouds will understand
More than I can see
But I trust that others will come to understand
More than has been gifted to me

WHITBY – North Yorkshire

[  Photo Blog # 75  ]

Moving from my visits to the coastal areas of the far south-west of England over the past few weeks, I now wish to post over the next few Thursdays a number of galleries of my photographs from the opposite, North-Eastern, coasts of England.  This particular photograph collection is of the historic North Yorkshire coastal town of Whitby.  I have visited there before in a number of my earlier blogs.

The photographs below cover a variety of different scenes within the town . . .

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The jawbones of a whale, framing the ancient Abbey and church on top of the cliffs on the southern bank of the River Esk as it meets the North Sea.  In the 18th and 19th centuries the whaling industry was thriving in Whitby.  Dozens of ships braved the Arctic seas off Greenland to hunt these elusive leviathans for their lucrative whale oil.  Many of the crews never came back.

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A similar view, but this time showing the statue of Captain James Cook, gazing out to the North Sea, from where Cook first set out to sea in ships transporting coal to London and the River Thames. 

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Close up view of the Cook Memorial

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Looking North along the Yorkshire coast towards Sandsend

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The sea entrance to Whitby Harbour

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Modern reproduction of  HMS Endeavour, the British Royal Navy research vessel that Lieutenant James Cook commanded on his first voyage of discovery, to Australia and New Zealand, from 1769 to 1771.

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Whitby Inner Harbour looking south to the ruins of Whitby Abbey

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The modern ‘Endeavour’s’ figurehead

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Modern-day street entertainer at the entrance to one of Whitby’s many ancient ‘Yards’.   Visit my poem about this particular historic Whitby spot at:  ‘Argument’s Yard’ 

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Queuing for entry to Whitby’s famous ‘Magpie Cafe’, renowned for its fresh fish and chip meals.

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Goths in Whitby for one of its regular Goth Weekends’, a celebration of the fact that Bram Stoker’s ‘Dracula’ novel begins its story near the ancient Abbey here.

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More of Whitby’s Goths

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To Heal the Hurt

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She

Was late

After  nine

Walking slowly

Along the seashore

With only one purpose

Looking for his sand imprints

The staunch assurance in his stride

Resolution  taut as pre-stressed steel

Hoping against hope she’d find him weeping

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The above ten line story was prompted by Davy D’s excellent ETHEREE,  ‘Laptop Love’, posted on 8th November.  He has introduced me to a poetic form of which I was scarcely aware.  I do know that the etheree can take a variety of different forms, but for this, my first attempt, I have kept things simple – if that is the correct word for a rather tricky exercise. 

The photograph was taken by me earlier this month on the North Sea coast of Yorkshire.

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