At high tide, the sea spills into crevices and pours into smooth basins, filling up temporary rock pools. Submerged in water, the stones gleams like treasure, each one unique, its own miniature world. The negative space is as important as the glowing pools of colour. The beauty is transient. As the tide recedes, the pools empty, the stone dries, the colours and patterns fade. I feel privileged to stand there, to see this treasure, to try and record this moment.
