Votive II

A late afternoon dérive amongst the gravel pits and pre-abandoned car parks of Gregor Shore.

I had intended to photograph the dead fox, long time resident

Its six month old wind flayed sun bleached corpus was by recent rains resurrected and I found myself unwilling to establish its "best side"

Damp footed digressions. Regia Cygnum .

Bleached lager school remnants and half used Lisinopril.

"I saw isotopes introduced into his lungs /

trying to stop the cancerous spread / And it

made me think of Leda and The Swan / and

gold being made from lead"