I tried in vain to warm myself at this chimney. After several minutes I noticed that it wasn't attached to any kind of structure and therefore served no useful purpose whatsoever.
The wind was relentless on the cliffs that day. So much so that Christine marveled at how quickly "evidence" would be scattered.
This pipe leads out into the ocean. What it does, I couldn't say for sure. All I know is that each time I pulled on this lever a half dozen partially digested goats would be ejected from one end. So yeah, draw your own conclusions.
Alex, reminded by the rusting fence of his time in a minimum security prison, stopped talking. We never found out what his crimes were.
May 2001
Playing with light/darkness/gnats.
May 2001
Look under the surface of the water. Yeah, that's tasty.
May 2001
Kids in wetsuits, moments before being swept out to sea. Err..ocean.
May 2001
Yeah, that's the same rock.
May 2001
A somewhat exotic looking capture.
May 2001
Photoshopped version of the previous pic (adjusted levels). More of a dreamy fantasy-like atmosphere now.
The hills here are alive with the sound of wooden posts rotting away. I'm not sure if these were part of some ancient fence or maybe a hitching post gone astray.
May 2001
A rather randomly placed cross on the cliffs.
May 2001
Swampland.
May 2001
People - the other beach meat.
