Whispered invitations
A simple photo but the coast whispers to me "come down and play". It's a whispered invitation I can never refuse.
And it offers everything. The sounds of the ocean's song. The sight of the wave's dance. The seashell's whisper of memories now gone. The feel of the sand underfoot, wet, dry, hot, coarse, soft. The patterns and textures of the interplay between sand and water. The smell of the salt spray. The wind in your face awakening your senses. The treasures to be found in the washed-up marine life. These beaches eons in the making, always changing, never constant. Each grain of sand with a lifetime of change that generations upon generations of humans can never know, timespans beyond us.
That whispered invitation of the elementals here will always call to my soul. And my camera ;)
Thought for the day - Don't worry, beach happy :)
Whispered invitations
A simple photo but the coast whispers to me "come down and play". It's a whispered invitation I can never refuse.
And it offers everything. The sounds of the ocean's song. The sight of the wave's dance. The seashell's whisper of memories now gone. The feel of the sand underfoot, wet, dry, hot, coarse, soft. The patterns and textures of the interplay between sand and water. The smell of the salt spray. The wind in your face awakening your senses. The treasures to be found in the washed-up marine life. These beaches eons in the making, always changing, never constant. Each grain of sand with a lifetime of change that generations upon generations of humans can never know, timespans beyond us.
That whispered invitation of the elementals here will always call to my soul. And my camera ;)
Thought for the day - Don't worry, beach happy :)