At the Cove of Giants, someone, probably not recently, had built a fire against one of the big rocks embedded in the sand. All that remained was a barely discernible blackened, scorched patch on the rock; the ashes and charcoal had long gone, long been claimed by the sea (perhaps on the very next high tide). I found it both eerie and comforting — that signs of human presence could so easily be erased.
Update (23 Feb. 2010): I've just published Part I of some impressions from Flounder Bay on my primary blog.
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The transience of the manmade gives me a strange kind of hope.
ReplyDeleteVery well put, Zhoen.
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