Arrived early, 4:40. No border control. SW breeze bringing chilly humidity and dew from over the drink. Impossible to set up my umbrella. Faint smell of the sea. High tide. Quite dark; couldn't very well see how far I had to go to reach my spot. Stars out, only faint whisps of cirrus. Coffee and sandwich while awaiting the advent of first light.
Lights of cargo ships passing to the left and right, in the darkness.
At some inexact point, there is just sufficient light to not wait any longer: when the piece of white paper is just as obscure as the space around. When you don't exactly see what you're doing, just as you don't know what you're seeing. The grey area between vision and observation. La vision oblique.
Almost no people (two dog-walkers, in the distance). Few animals. Formations of geese flying in all directions, as if in training.
Back tomorrow.
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