A late November afternoon, a crystal clear day but not a breath of wind to ripple a pool of water left by the outgoing tide. A stroll on the beach became a wait by this mirror like pool as the sun went down, the passing Irish ferry adding a touch of movement in the stillness.
This shot was actually hand held with the camera a couple of inches off the surface of the sand as I lay flat out on the wet beach to capture the perfect reflection of the iron man. The previous day had been cold and stormy but today was magical. The stillness of the day, the silence of the air apart from the distant throb of the ship's engines carrying across the water and the black silhouettes resulted in a haunting beauty to the end of the day. The sculptures have added their own magic to the Sefton coastline, making pictures possible where none existed before.
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