The ragged edge of the salt marsh is a place of rumour. Mud is scoured for monstrous prints. Augury murmurs from a hundred tidal pools where the sky is trapped as well water. This is a place where folklore not only resides, but reigns. – #DAKilroy, 1982 #LandscapePunk
October 20, 2025 at 2:30 PM
The ragged edge of the salt marsh is a place of rumour. Mud is scoured for monstrous prints. Augury murmurs from a hundred tidal pools where the sky is trapped as well water. This is a place where folklore not only resides, but reigns. – #DAKilroy, 1982 #LandscapePunk
Place is layers of story. When walk those pale chalk lines, we scuff up not only temporary dust phantoms, but a thousand tales of those who went before us. Whether wraith way or not, all our hodology is haunted. – #DAKilroy 1982 #LandscapePunk
April 4, 2025 at 1:48 PM
Place is layers of story. When walk those pale chalk lines, we scuff up not only temporary dust phantoms, but a thousand tales of those who went before us. Whether wraith way or not, all our hodology is haunted. – #DAKilroy 1982 #LandscapePunk