This is Perth’s Cottesloe Beach. Every year, pretty much, it hosts Sculptures By The Sea. I donated, noting an elevated presence of quasi officialdom this year. But I didn’t buy the program. I have no idea who the sculptors are. It’s enough for me that I can go and kick my bare feet in the sand, listen to the water, look at the wide-eyed wonder of children and allow the works to speak to me in their own way, my way.
