The morning weather is clearing as I walk carefully out onto the decommissioned dock. Hernado Island is bracketed between the sea and the low lying cloud bank. Beyond is the landscape, unmarred by industry, wild and unlike the derelict lift with its block still and echoed in what is left of the night's rain. It is not the first time I have stood here, but this morning is different. A brief moment unlike the other moments. I take this scene home with me to remember the intensity of the chill, colours, and taste of the air.

pigment ink on cotton