Under a slaty summer sky, shoreline and sea are simply surfaces. Objects on the strand lose meaning; they have become abstract forms floating between flat light and milky water. Barnacle shells are empty, the seaweeds fading, transmuted to pale remnants of their former selves. Small ripples slop wearily against moist rocks, too lazy to make a sound. Even the gulls are silent.
All of these photos were taken today along the point at the southeastern tip of Saint Andrews, New Brunswick.
© Graham Young, 2013