I've always found these poor, weather beaten remnants protruding from water to be sunk in loneliness, isolation and introspection. These are just off the shore of Largs beach in Scotland.
More loneliness... this shows Largs (small scottish coastal town) in the background
I came across this little object on the beach at largs. It's probably no more than a house brick, sculpted and made smooth by the water. I placed it on a green moss covered rock and photographed it. I've kept the orange brick.
Another found object. A wine glass with the base broken off was lying, nestled in between two rocks on the coast at Largs beach.
Detail of an old fishing boat grounded on the beach at Largs. I love the rust dust because it means decay and as Uncle Monty said in Withnail and I, "there can be no true beauty without decay."
This is another lonley looking photo I took while in Largs. I love how the inanimate object becomes animated, seeming to be looking out to sea, across to the land in the distance...
