Making meaning

A joy to waken to bright blue skies, evaporated by the time I got out to the development this afternoon. It's been a whole month of workmen and Christmas since I was down there last. It's in the bleak and forlorn stage now, bright contractors flags shredded by gales, sea defences strewn with seaweed and other detritus, a jumble of weather-worn equipment.

Site workers would know at once what each colour of pipe will contain. Electrics, water, and much that is even more unknown to me. They make form and function from these, have access to a world of meaning beyond my ken. This a precious glimpse of mystery, as with each image seen on here.