When my eyes and brain get tired of words on the screen or page, I turn to some other expression of creativity. Often photography.
I love the beach. There is beauty everywhere you look, and often little spots of magic like this.
To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is
to truly embrace your solitude.
Every time I stand before a beautiful beach,
its waves seem to whisper to me:
if you choose the simple things
and find joy in nature’s simple treasures,
life and living need not be so hard.
Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us
so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments
or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers
like the homesick refugees of a long war.
Come walk with me, take off your shoes,
let’s walk the beach with only the moon
to light the path and waves to hear you tell me you love me.
This little guy was about the size of the nail on my little finger!
A beach is not only a sweep of sand,
but shells of sea creatures,
the sea glass, the seaweed,
the incongruous objects washed up by the ocean.
~ Henry Grunwald