An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
17 May 2009
One from yesterday. The torrid, moistened murk off the point, complete with biege-caps and, somewhere amidst the tempest, a wee Stormie. Please note the dark patch of water behind the bird giving the impression of a projecting under-carriage - if only.