Words and images form my walks and interactions with nature and the environment.
It’s that time of year when the low tide strips the beach naked from head to toe sand and rock exposed to the vastness of ocean breath clouds clear after the unseasonal storm the breadth and depth of glassy sky reflections open spaces in the wet sandy surface and the setting sun takes center stage commanding with awe
It’s that time of day when I am drawn to the shore pulled towards the descending glow to walk the tide line to bask in the otherworldliness and lose myself for a while
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