C had to have a cup of tea after witnessing this survivor of an ancient race as it emerged from the sand on a popular Welsh beach.
“It needed to tell its story,” she reports. Above all, it needed to be seen. This need was so intense she could only take photographs helplessly until the light went, trapped there, unaware of the incoming tide, by the narcissism of vanished & horrific species.
Photo: Cath Phillips.
6 Comments
August 12, 2008 at 12:08 pm
I see you’ve found the ‘Rotate’ command.
August 12, 2008 at 12:35 pm
See, of course, “Lost at Sea”, below. I also found, in my search for a metatext, a Repeat command…
August 12, 2008 at 3:54 pm
When my dialup connection began laboring to load this post- text first, no image yet, little network connection icon in the quick launch bar still lit though, it’s coming- I was puzzled. What? I thought fuzzily, and waited. And then the image came into view, and I laughed. Still smiling, typing this. Not usual for this hour (not early exactly, but no breakfast yet). This Hotel’s coffee, though, is always the best. And thanks, today, for the laugh
August 12, 2008 at 7:08 pm
Hi Mark.
Good you enjoyed it. I hoped I hadn’t left it too long after the original Horror post.
I keep meaning to call in at your blog & say how much I enjoy its haunting quietness. I’m quite addicted to your landscape & the calm way you quarter it.
Best
–Mike
August 13, 2008 at 4:38 am
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August 13, 2008 at 5:34 pm
Thanks very much, and for the link too. All the best!