The ChannelThe channel surges like a bellowsPumping daily oceans;The heartbeat of the earthArtery clogged, failing.Calcification, ancient lands submergedSunken bells tolling and toilingDunwich, Lyonesse, BlackgangDisappearing world…Floating world…Donated by the grateful people of Japan.See then this:A great waveRolling across the infinite AtlanticThe distant tropical drumming;Wireless communication.Cliffs like teeth.The wires running through themReady to be pulledOut, taut, off.The bones of time revealed.Expanding outwardThe circle, the centreContracting inwards,The centre, the circleWheel and webCoast and network;A boundary of nothing.A house on the borderland.A gate on the bridge.A line in the sand.But still, the great wave
Tomorrow I shall be making the second of the autumn section walks. This will mark the completion of more than half of the photography.
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