Enigmatic. So many story seeds could spark from sight of this image.
Might there have been a hand holding a hammer but to the chagrin of 'I' the hammer head inexplicably detached from the handle, was lost into the surging sea way below and into which, moments later, the suddenly useless wooden handle followed, cast angrily away?
When fishermen cast their lines off the rocks at night, they sometimes secure the first line around a nail driven into the limestone so they can have their hands free to hold a second line^^
Enigmatic. So many story seeds could spark from sight of this image.
Might there have been a hand holding a hammer but to the chagrin of 'I' the hammer head inexplicably detached from the handle, was lost into the surging sea way below and into which, moments later, the suddenly useless wooden handle followed, cast angrily away?
If I had a hammer, I could catch another fish^^
When fishermen cast their lines off the rocks at night, they sometimes secure the first line around a nail driven into the limestone so they can have their hands free to hold a second line^^