Geoff Hutchinson Photography
The Scar in the Sky
I wish I could share with you the sense I get from sitting alone with my dog, asleep under my sweatshirt to my heart on a cool breezy night at the edge of the ocean -- the edge of the world where it rounds to the next. At the edge of an abyss. Staring at the stars on a clear moonless night, no matter the picture, they don't do justice to the beauty and serenity. It calms the beast, eases the frustration, quiets the screams, slows the pace, fools the anxiety. Despite the pangs of longing, more than I thought I would, more than I think I should, but not as much as I could. What drives me closer to the edge of infinite? What is this fascination? What would I give to be up there, farther away, and closer to nothing? Here I do find peace, if only briefly, to the tune of the wind and waves that accompany the sight of the stars. Yes... there is light in the infinite black.
The Scar in the Sky
I wish I could share with you the sense I get from sitting alone with my dog, asleep under my sweatshirt to my heart on a cool breezy night at the edge of the ocean -- the edge of the world where it rounds to the next. At the edge of an abyss. Staring at the stars on a clear moonless night, no matter the picture, they don't do justice to the beauty and serenity. It calms the beast, eases the frustration, quiets the screams, slows the pace, fools the anxiety. Despite the pangs of longing, more than I thought I would, more than I think I should, but not as much as I could. What drives me closer to the edge of infinite? What is this fascination? What would I give to be up there, farther away, and closer to nothing? Here I do find peace, if only briefly, to the tune of the wind and waves that accompany the sight of the stars. Yes... there is light in the infinite black.