The streaker in question is Zola whippet. Whilst out enjoying a bit of welcome sunshine on Porth Kidney beach at low tide yesterday afternoon, I was poised to take a picture of the sand pattern when she flashed through the frame just as I was pressing the shutter. Now you see me now you don’t.
I have been collecting photos of beach patterns for many years now. I’m not quite sure why I do it other than it’s what I do. It’s part of my hoarding habit I suppose (which goes with the territory) and I have so many of these images now I could cover a sizable wall with them. In fact, I have just done my annual back-up of the My Pictures folder onto a separate hard drive and discovered there are just shy of 200,000 ‘items’ in the file! I know I should (hate that word) back-up stuff more often but that would be extremely tedious, would it not?
I also take pictures of footprints in the sand and collect handfuls of sand from different beaches and set them in resin just so that I can compare the size of the grains and subtle differences in the colours of ground up rocks and shells.
Even my drawings are arranged in grid formats in order to compare and contrast, like the old style photographic contact sheets that I used to do at college.
I remember being delighted when Kodak started including index sheets in your packet of prints in the days when you had to take your photos to be processed. I now sort my photos into subject folders and eventually, they begin to take on new meanings as collections of ideas.
I think this is why making a quilt for baby Rose was so satisfying as it shares the same principles: a selection of similar materials gathered and arranged in a grid format.