Saint Gué #33

Wandering...
Coastline,
Margin, edge, boundary.
Land, sky, sea.
Setting out from an anchor point, Saint-Guénolé.
Letting yourself be carried along the taut wire of a tightrope path.
Following the endless horizon like a balancing acrobat, drunk on suspended landscapes.
Brushing past the rocks, catching the sea spray, feeling the slaps of the salt wind and the cries of the gulls.
An attempt at a fleeting impression.
Timeless Bigouden land.