the day an unexpected journey back up to the north coast, mutterings of phase one in a walk around the island's coastline, a pinch of salt, the mystic coast and candlestick rocks, a masterclass in how to fail to capture what you see through a lens... this looking back towards yangmingshan over fields of lotus, winding back towards the beach, finding a place to sit above the rocks... there's something about the scent of the sea and the sound of waves, today it found memories of portobello with my grandmother and chips from a long gone place on bath street, maps offering the sea as a route to everywhere... later, further along the coast, the lights of fishing boats at dusk, returning to harbour, others stretching out in a line from the imagination towards the horizon, hoping that tonight the fish heavy seas offer their bounty ... the rabbit hole has moved south, the alleys of mattancherry, another of those which found a frame, seeming to capture something of a moment...