Last week, on a rainy beach near Sambro, Nova Scotia, I finally had a chance to photograph a sensation I've noted in several places.
Minority black rocks, usually about 1-5% of all rocks on the beach ...
... but inevitably standing out.
They're scattered, not hanging together, not a tribe or clique. I immediately think of prophets and melancholy commentators in literature. Lone, ignored voices, advising of doom. Never the prince or hero, but sometimes ... what?
... the sidekick? Muse? Fool? Priest? Or just the usual character in black, sharp tool politely stowed, keen to not scare the rainbathers?