The other night we walked the beach and coastal path above St. Agnes in the pitch black. It was one of my favourite picture-taking adventures for a long time.
There’s something about the beach at night. I don’t know what it is. Most obviously, there is the imposing void of the sea unseen, but there is more to it than that. Photographs taken on the beach at night are always amongst my favourites — the night reminded of one future-album-cover-worthy instance from almost ten years ago taken on a dark beach in Wales.
Not sure what sort of music would go with this shoot, however. True Cornish Black Metal…? Better yet, “Black Tin”? It’s not really got the same ring to it, although tin has its musical moments.
In truth, the soundtrack to our excursion was nothing so intense. We listened to “Two Step” by Low again and again and again, and again and again and again during every day since. Undoubtedly one of my favourite songs ever, newly rediscovered. (I think I sold my copy of Low’s Secret Name on Discogs and I have no idea why right now.)