Saturday, 1 November 2008


Evolving in the latticework of the pier, high above the parade of skinny legs, beneath the neat boardwalk planks, a mosaic on a dark grid. Depends  on where you stand on the beach to gaze up at it. The angles are different from every spot. The structure there has some small spaces, a patch of air in it's pattern, a little light where breathy breeze can whistle through. As the sun sets, some of the tiny frames light up with furious liquid orange metal, like a peep inside a furnace.