Sunday, 6 February 2011

A crow, a buoy and a bus stop












It was one of those unsettled nights last night. Gales lashing at the house, the sea hurling itself onto the shore, a wild party somewhere nearby. And in the restlessness of it all, thoughts and dreams wove odd stories and told me to write them down. But I kept my eyes closed and said I would in a minute.....

Something about a crow gazing out to sea, caged buoys jumping free and the bus stop was dancing.....

Today, in half a gale, I walked the wreckage of a wild beach and found a crab pincer that was longer than my hand, watched the lamp posts sway at odd angles, listening to the strange song metal makes in a storm and discovered that when it's this windy, the camera quite likes making little dreamscapes for me....