In this week’s game of Paper, Scissors, Stone the role of paper is played by Long Island Sound.
The day was not overly dramatic in terms of weather. The air moving but still more breeze than wind.
You have to believe this rock was once larger. A giant sentry transported to it’s post by a glacier. Reduced by endless waves.
Stripped of it’s stature and nobility it takes a pounding. It is over matched. No longer able to hold back the tide or hold up the sky. Waves have made it smaller but not small enough to be passed without a fight. A tempest in a tea cup, out at the far eastern end of Long Island’s North Fork.
The overexposure of the sea spray and froth was deliberate. It went to the chaos at the heart of the exploding waves. It also let me show the salt water as it appeared.
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