THE BEACH AT LOW TIDE ON A RAINY DAY – Only a few locals dare to spend time on a walk by-the-sea. The tourists are gone and the beach returns to solitary introspection on a winter rainy day. Heaven. Just me, a few gulls and the usual stalwart surfers. I wander almost all the way to the pier. Going from sea shell to sea shell. Not picking them up, but observing their calligraphic sand trails as the waves brought them up to shore and decorated the beach with their broken or whole beauty. Shells look their best on the beach. Because I am looking and photographing my senses are aware and I can now see the calligraphic patterns in the sand that the waves left as they retreated in their low-tide dance. A musical sonata written in the sand with calligraphic notes embellished with bass notes of stones, soprano notes of tiny shells, harmonic interludes of eel grass & sea kelp and the conductor is a Caspian tern who leads us to a crescendo of surf breaking as the tide changes and high-tide waves start coming in. I go home empty-handed, but with a full heart.
VIBRATIONS OF LIFE – Pelican wings soaring inches above the sea, a cormorant taking off from the water in a quick-quick-quick life-up-and-away flight, a snowy egret gracefully & slowly stepping from tide pool to tide pool, snowy plovers legs running so fast they look like road runner cartoons, a motionless great blue heron’s steely gaze into the water, sand pipers tails bob-bob-bobbing as they walk , sea gulls laughing into the wind with their chicks peep-peep-peeping for yet another handout from mom, bird life by the sea. I can feel the vibrations of life, almost see the shimmer of energy all around me, surrounding me with light. The veil lifts, life is just a dream.