I don't know about anyone else, but when I come across some small item that I think is worth photographing I'm always loathe to move it – as though somehow it would devalue the shot if I picked it up and put it somewhere else. Which, I suppose, is the justification for this shot – the blue, grey, white and red stones competed for attention – in a shot that I envisioned as detail, age, and rust.
Oh, and I've set up a new 'beachcombing' category (that I need to populate at some point) for shots such as this.
4.17pm on 22/5/05|
EF 17-40 f/4L USM
37mm (59mm equiv.)