I love the surface of metal as it corrodes, the changes in texture, the roughness and the imperfections and the sheer variety of colour, bursts of yellow and orange tempered by greys, and ochres, reds and night sky purples. The photographs of metal shown here were taken on a ship that ran aground in Innis Oirr. A large, rusting heap of metal perched on a rocky beach, and from a distance appearing to be set on a stone wall pedestal.
A study of permanence and transience – iron and water – or watching the waves from the inside out:
And so we come to the stones – easy to imagine the immense amount of physical labour and craftsmanship that went into putting these walls together: