
An untrodden landscape. Pre-human. Primordial.
A landscape washed, scraped and refreshed twice with every moon pass.
Ripples compounded by waves overwritten by stipples and the scribbles of gulls.
Blue and gold songlines. Cold truth. Harsh beauty.

An untrodden landscape. Pre-human. Primordial.
A landscape washed, scraped and refreshed twice with every moon pass.
Ripples compounded by waves overwritten by stipples and the scribbles of gulls.
Blue and gold songlines. Cold truth. Harsh beauty.
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The colours and patterns here are stunning
I do love the coast when the tide is ebbing away into the sunset. Thank you for your comment here Pam.