Facettes of time

On a Northsea-island called Spiekeroog I stumbled along a steele pile wall. And recognized beautiful patches of rust on part of the surface.

Creating the images with a magnifying glass absorbed me into the depth of what the sea, the salted air and time created with steel.

I felt a little like a shrunkened Gulliver exposed to a huge strange and beautiful world of colour and textures.

The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.

Oscar Wilde