Cliff

First image of the new year. First blip for aeons. First with new camera.
Evening shot (hence graininess) of current work in progress. Will sort out the white balance probs soon.
Writers' group project about work inspired by the Blast Beach.
This is a beach to the south of town, much abused by the coal industry for over a hundred years.
The beach inspired a poem which I am attempting to present in a visual form. The actual poem - illegible in this light - sorry - is at the left edge of the image - I've used golden letraset (rub down lettering) onto a scrap of something I found washed up on the Blast.
Moving along to the right are a couple of photo transferred images of the cliff face down there - magnesian limestone pops up here on the north east coast and supports a unique array of flora and fauna.
Moving farther across to the right are some collaged pen and ink drawings, some lines from the poem squeezed in among the limestone crevices too.
I've also attached a couple of feathers and a clump of dried seaweed - gorgeous colours - very evocative of the Blast.

Poem below - might change the title yet.

Cliff
In gold pure as Klimt's
the geologic mag lime clock
squats across the bay,
pocked and split and wizened by time
borrowed from the mine.

A yellow sentinel,
she sees the northern ocean's
daily feast,
teeth innocent as foam,
a century's tease;
and waits for the first
bitter love bite at her
ochre face.

In her shadow,
land plants cling,
exotic, liminal
and unsure.