“Something eerie has a story to tell — one you aren’t quite sure you want to know.”
Nearly all of my photographs which convey an unsettled feeling are predominantly rendered in gray–like this slice of rocky shore.
No one else was anywhere in sight. A completely dry, sparkly ruby red child’s ballet shoe lay on top of the rocks. A swath of gray sand lined it, as if it had just been stepped out of by a little girl who had traversed a sandy strip to the rocks.
It was close to the water but untouched by the tide. It must recently have been left there, but how? How does one leave behind a bright red shoe when walking on a sharp-edged sea of rock? And what do I make of the cylindrical object inches below it? It’s not a cigarette butt. . . and it’s also not likely a spent shell casing, but it eerily resembles one.