Nighttime, trees, rocky beaches…

She moves only by night and on a south wind, by Pamela Phatsiimo Sunstrum

I’ve been going through some old photos that my mum brought me. They show a lot of crouching at the beach. This collage looked familiar in two ways then: the beach crouching from when I was small, and the nighttime trees from my neighbourhood now. I think this new combination will add something to my night walks.