I was at one of my favourite haunts this afternoon, searching for images amongst the rocks and driftwood. My attention was drawn by some scavenging activity from the gulls and ravens along the low tide line. They were picking the bones of the dismembered carcass of a sea mammal. The glistening, gristly bones were displayed on a background of dark, wet rock like museum exhibits. The process of taking photos of these bones seemed like a forensic documentation of a violent crime.