|Early morning in my bay ... just gorgeous.|
the ocean as the tide’s pulled away from the shore.
Low tide rocks.
No more crashing of the waves.
No more racing up the sand.
The silence of the waves is palpable.
I want to hold my breath and make it last forever.
|It's not often we get close to these little guys ... they're so skittish but this one was day-dreaming.|
Just like anyone’s life.
|Typical ... disappear up onto the street lights when I get too close.|
No one is.
A selfish necessity in a world gone awry.
An hour or two to indulge myself and the hound.
As an early morning riser I get to witness Mother Nature put on this magical multi-colour spectacle EVERY day ... not just now and again, but EVERY day.
It makes life manageable.
NOT for me and the insanity that is life
but for the memory of a giant soul no longer with us.
has visited her maternal Grandad in his resting place.
She’s been in his presence and shared our love with him.
I felt it.
I felt his strength.
I felt his love.
... it has no survival value;
rather it is one of those things that GAVE value to survival.”