Some days the place is open. Some days it isn't.
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Cliffs series · 2 of 20 different sets.
Catalogue Nº 010 of 100.
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You drove an hour to get here. You wore the coat that you were told was too thin. You parked, you walked twenty minutes, and the wind on the last bend before the view actually stops you in your tracks. Not a barrier. A pause. The cliff is not in the mood for you today. You stand there a while because you came all this way, and the cliff does its own thing, and you go home with a different memory than the one you came for, which often turns out to be the better one.
A north Atlantic headland in weather. Three layers of rock step out into the water, mist between them, the swell doing its heavy work at the base. People on this coast know the difference between a good day, a great day, and a day to come back. They drive home and put the kettle on and remember which book they were halfway through.
A natural fit for The Shipping News by Annie Proulx, Snow Falling on Cedars by David Guterson, or any book read after a walk you only half got to take.
Standing at a sea cliff is one of the few places left where silence still has weight. The wind arrives from somewhere with nothing in the way. The air carries salt. The water below moves with the patience of something that has been doing this since before you were born and will keep doing it long after. The body remembers it is small. That is the whole point.
