Tagus Cove was a popular anchorage for pirates and whaling ships during the 19th century. Their crews etched their names on the cliffs above the cove, most of which have been obscured by contemporary graffiti scrawled over them during the last fifty years. The desecration of the environment comes as a shocking counterpoint to the tranquility of what was and still is a pristine setting. I made this image to not only express man's contempt for nature, but also to indicate that nature is slowly reclaiming the cliffs for itself. Thankfully, such blatant graffiti is now banned here, and golden shards of plant life are slowly engaging its remnants. The result is ambiguous -- the historical graffiti remains a tourist attraction, yet the modern graffiti, which cannot be removed, is an eyesore. However, nature will eventually claim both.