Friday, May 20, 2016

Gray's Bay Ghost

I took this photo years ago, at Gray's Bay in the early morning light. A ghost pensively paced the shoreline.

The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd
And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;
The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth
And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change.

(Richard II, 2.4)


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