Wednesday, 12 August 2015
It was a beautiful sunny day as I walked by the shore to the sound of waves splashing at my feet every few seconds. I stopped for a while and timed the waves. The small ones arrived every 6 seconds or so, whilst the stronger ones which came to my feet and made me step back a little arrived every twenty second making a louder swishing sound as they died on the pebbles.
As I stood there timing the waves I decided to point the camera downwards and take the photo you see above.
To be honest, just before I took the photo there was an expensive watch there amongst the pebbles; just by those two stones in the middle of the photo. It must have been a Rolex or something just as expensive and it was still working. I decided that it ruined the whole scene and my intention for taking the photo; perhaps a passing fish had lost it as it slipped though its smooth slimy neck. So I picked the watch and threw it back in the sea for its owner to find it.
Then I took the photo.
Look carefully at the pebbles. They are all of different size. Different colour and shape. And they are made of different substances. Some are flint, others are stone or some other rock material. They've all been here for years and years being washed every few seconds by the sea and having their hard edges smoothed and rounded as they rub gently against each other.
Then as I was looking down at the pebbles, I imagined a crowd of people. All also different and with different sizes, shapes and colours and ... and then a big wave came too close and soaked my shoes, trousers and socks.
And the moral of this story is ...
Oh I can't be bothered ... make up your own moral and write it down below in the comments box.