A Triton shell (I think), still recklessly pink amongst the washed out beach colours S.W Tasmania.
Photography is a treasure hunt. There’s always treasure, you just have to find it. Best is to enter into the the Situationsit notion of ‘drifting’ or ‘pychogeography’, and let yourself be pulled by whims and spontaneity, and combine this with throwing your senses open to the elements, for it is these that form the basis of working with light.
When the tide comes in, as it retreats there is a moment when the sand is saturated, and the sun glances of it like dull sillver. Here the tide is etching scupltures in the sand, like snow exposing every little ledge of a hill. Just bits of nature, all washed up. That’s all it is.
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