By mid- afternoon La Gomera has sunk into a haze. Either that or someone on the east coast has a hot tub to die for. The early evening sunlight speckles the sea sending mirages of shifting horizons towards the eye. Only it doesn’t – the shimmering is an optical illusion and one which could be corrected in photoshop. But the raw file’s highlights and string of light hints at a Rothko edge of the world where negative imperfection is good, especially when the pirate ship booze cruise rocks up in just the right spot.
Sailing towards the edge