ever rising ever falling
sound of surf
sings its song to the eternal
Winds and man
they come and go
but the rising falling crawling sea
This is a favorite poem that is engraved in a slab of stone by the sea here....It doesn't say who wrote it, but I always loved reading these words. The other day, I was able to "escape" from the clutches of our two daughters, it had been a hectic week with them being sick. Of course I went to the beach and the sun was about ready to set. I managed a few pictures before the sun nodded goodnight in the horizon, but I continued taking pictures. I did something different this time, something just told me to hold the camera dangerously close to the water, leveled on the sand. I had the most fun, it was a challenge trying to snap pictures as the wave came in at fast speed. I was exstatic when I saw tiny white pinpricks among other orbs in some of the shots. They're ocean fairies/devas! Well......I'm not expert on the terms, but I knew they were the elementals of the sea. I sensed a quiet delicate greeting.
I focused in on the this lovely orb. I love the detail.