Whales Print

There was that lone piece of kelp now glued to the pebble tidal slope, simply awaiting to be wave shredded along each tide. As usual, clicked on it simply because, in a way, the order to do so just surged out of my insides, a kind of take physical take over. Then, a few months later, began the usual 'growing out' of the image you are now looking at or into it, depending if you are either socially seeing or intuitively from your insides into it's own insides. For each image is but a container of purely intuitive date, a bit like a shimmering soap bubble dancing, carried along invisible eddies, to us that is.