Again, using my new found style of photo 'processing' I have reworked a couple from my past. The tank image is a lost beach in Lincolnshire that is being swallowed by salt marsh and Marram grass. Way back in the 70's and earlier this place was a military firing and bombing range. At some point around '75 someone or other thought it OK to build a large gas terminal within a mile or so of the range. This forced the closure of the range which was moved a bit further up the coast.
The waiting for the tide image puts me in the mind of the story of King Canute.
"They told of one who tired of all
Singing "Praise him, praise him"
"We heed not flatterers, " he cried
"By our command, waters retreat
Show my power, halt at my feet"
But the cause was lost, now cold winds blow"