The Dungeness/ers | J. Joycie

... It lay thickly drifted on the crookid stiks and stones, on the spears and brushes.....

Gently falling

The Dead

Jack | Strikes

*Frozen soldiers

From a terrific war

....

Firstly the Geese flew over, then the wind changed direction and now this...

Beautiful tho'

Neptune's treasures | Evidences of honest toil

The hairy sticks that we grasp, arrows fallen... The tools you can trust

*And, the sun did gild them... Yemanjá | Good Voodoo