Bleak. Wild. Beautiful. Desolate. I ran away. Might stay here...
The road to Holy Island. Following the ebbing tide across. one and a half hours to reach the other side. 30 seconds straight on return journey. Here I feel ok being me. Similar to Stoneycreek. But wilder. Think I need the sea... Perfect light. Rain in the distance. A reminder. This light is why I work in glass. Don't ever want to replicate it. Just maybe capture its essense. Just a moment. A fragment.
Soundtrack: Belle and Sebastian...
