Ozymandias

Hired a car and went to Fiesa Sand art production. Brillant and gigantic sandy artworks beginning to corode and decimate into dust. It shuts up shop next week.. It was such a huge site with so many installations.

I shot over a thousand images in a few hours. My favourites pieces of the day included The King, The Count and Love Never Dies. And The Hulk and Superman.

The crumbling R2D2 reminded me of Shelley's masterpiece;

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert.
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.