Soup of life
29Aug07
I wait for the bubble and pop that will come as the wave recedes…it is hypnotically soothing to my primitive streak. I cannot live where the ocean is not. At the beach I see the primal need on the face of others on the beach, and on those making their way into the surf.
It is more than aesthetics, it’s evolution, it’s history and most of all, it’s wet!
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Oh the “soup of life” is such a perfect description. Being immersed in that soft wet cocoon feels like home and soothes all bruises and scars, mental and physical, in a way no medicine ever could.
at first sight, i saw something different. i know winter is ending down there. while you don’t live in a land of harsh winters, i do. the wash for a moment looked like a field with melting snow, in the sense that a melting field of snow looks nothing like it does when it’s fresh.
and that’s what i love about photography, and you do it so very well.
Camille, soothing says it all.
Rich, I really don’t like the cold. I grew up where too-shallow-mixed-with-mud snow would rest briefly on the ground, some years. I still got up every winter morning and peeked out my bedroom window in anticipation of ‘the snow’, but hey, it was a small town, with small thrills.
Well I live a long way from the ocean (although closer to the Pacific than Atlantic) but I feel the way you do about water and I live close to the Columbia River. I love the windy days when the water is choppy but such an interesting color of blue/grey, the evenings when the moon is shining and rippling in reflection, the beavers and other creatures who try in vain to maintain a hold on that delicate circle of life that humans keep taking away for another condo or restaurant. Water Water Water….