A nearly full moon was setting in the morning light. Slowly she is fading away.
A strong cool breeze made it difficult to take makro pictures. It made the flower look like burning in short lived flames.
On the way down I saw this flowers arranged in a bouquet like for a funeral.
A deadly spider is waiting for its catch.
It is low tide and I can cross over to the Oude Schip peninsula. The barge ran aground 20 years ago, now stuck and slowly rusting away.
The rocks belong to the oystercatcher.
This is an eerie place. The wreck of the "Harvest Capella" lies upside down on the rocks.
A stone hippo guards this end of the world. A stern warning "Don't go further".
This is a burial ground for seals.
I am glad to leave, crossing the isthmus towards safer ground.
After a while I reach beautiful Sandy Bay. A skinny dip in the icy crystal clear sea washes away the dark feelings.
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