I find it fascinating that the rusting metal of the anchor ring has, over time, acquired the same texture as the rock it’s embedded in. Erosion at work over vastly different time scales producing remarkably similar results.
The other thing I like about this photo is that it serves as a reminder that you never know what you’re going to find when you’re walking about. When I left the house that morning, I had no idea that I’d see an anchor ring rusting away on the shoreline. That’s why you always have a camera with you. Photography, at least for me, so often feels like a treasure hunt. Some times you find lots of treasure, some days you come home empty handed.