How often is it, that what you see often depends on how you look at something. Half sunk beside the rotting jetty, I walked a horse-shoe around this little beauty and can only go part-way to capturing its beauty. What would it reveal in morning light, rather than this rapidly waning afternoon light. What would it be at other than mid-tide.
There is so much that we don't see of the world and the people around us because we don't give them enough time. Occasionally, we need to walk to the end of a rotting jetty and look back into the afternoon light.
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