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Moments in the Sand

Chiloé Island, Chile. 

Sands, Chiloé

Sands, Chiloé

The coast of Chiloé is blustery, and the wind tends to sweep ephemeral strokes of texture across its beaches. Erosion and change play out on a continuous basis, so two photos taken moments apart won’t look alike. Chiloé’s mostly exposed coastline reminded me of the Percy Bysshe Shelley poem “Ozymandias,” which goes like this:


I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Beach, Chiloé National Park

Beach, Chiloé National Park

Shells, Chiloé

Shells, Chiloé

Fisherwomen, Chiloé

Fisherwomen, Chiloé

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  1. nice tour thanks!

    March 18, 2013

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