Through ocean mists, the sound of the foghorn is huge, rattling, and momentous. Warning ships of hidden rocks, its colossal call is slowly disappearing, replaced by GPS onboard vessels, and a backup system of electronic sirens further out to sea. For the sixteenth instalment of Scrying the Landscape, Haron delivers a lament for the slow death of the monstrous, melancholy machines, evoking coastal folklore, shipwrecks, and the loneliness of lighthouses. As the poet Anne Carson writes: 'A foghorn sounding through the fog makes the fog seem to be everything'.