Yes, I'm taking considerable liberties in the title here. In the first place this would need to have a lot more than five people and four seagulls in it to even approximate Seurat's A Sunday Afternoon On The Island Of La Grande Jatte. (The earlier 1884 study Figures Assises, well, that's more arguable. But most people who aren't enthusiasts of Impressionism and Pointillism aren't likely to know that one, whereas everyone has seen Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Or should have.)

In the second place you could hardly call Darling Island an island any more since it's never separated from the mainland now. And even when it was, it wasn't that grand.

But this is partly reflecting on what I was saying yesterday about the rhythms of ebbs and flows of familiar places. You know them while you're there, then you move on and what was once familiar is now only a memory if you don't capture it. So, every so often I'm trying to take a shot which merely captures the "look and feel" of the place where I currently work so that they're a little more tangible than engrams once I've moved on.

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