This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?
contemplative imagery from the new lascaux
Ferns to either side, we walk down a path to target rock. The path turns from clay to sand almost at once, and we face a sea we hadn’t even heard before. Even now its sound is hardly louder than our breath. The osprey above us, to our right, and sandpipers below, to our left, we descend past beach roses heavy with hips to the last tide’s line of detritus. This is already the other world, but the first thing you touch, no larger than your thumbprint, reveals the time before.