Sunday, October 18, 2009


OCT182009, originally uploaded by colemama.

When we cannot bear to be alone, it means we do not properly value the only companion we have from birth to death -- ourselves.
~ Eda LeShan

Early Sunday mornings are such a great time to commune with nature, while the 'hustle and bustle' of our usual activities remain asleep and the sun, itself, begins to stretch its shine over the horizon. The beach was nearly vacant this morning with a brisk breeze and cooler temperatures - no walkers, runners or seashell searchers, no crabs, no pelicans and only an isolated little sandpiper dodging the incoming tide. With a fury and strength of the waters and the shifting of the sand, even the shells were rare. This fingered sponge stood tall and solid, filtering the elements with its porous skeleton. The ebb and flow, the give and take, the pendulum swing all seek equilibrium in nature. 3rd Ave N & Gulf of Mexico

1 comment:

  1. Beautifully put. I love the beach when it is a little bit wild - it almost seems more real.