This grey, sullen day. I find this beautiful too.
The landscape quiet, the world beyond hidden
from view. Looking for bursts of colour and
textures against the grey. Standing at the sea
wall, watching the birds along the shoreline.
The concrete structures look particularly ugly
in this unforgiving light, as do the concrete
benches on their raised viewing platforms,
surrounded by weeds, gazing out into the
haar. My eye always falls on the litter, the
discarded bottles and cans, or worse, the
occasional smashed bottle left on the grass,
disrespecting the wildlife and the birdlife that
calls this place home.