the beach, the two, the biggest bowl of blue
This image was taken some time ago, but I've resisted the urge to post it (though I love it) until now. Don't ask me why; my choice in posting photos is rarely influenced by a single force.
This particular night I remember well, and if I close my eyes I can still feel the wind on my face, the water around my ankles (for you should never come home from the beach with dry shoes), and the clouds streaming across a blue blue sky. I can recall walking down this beach slowly, into the waves, out of the waves, clamboring around the Peter Iredale wreck, working my way through a roll of film on pinhole.
And to cap it all off, the final moments at these shores consisted of this shot, holding oh-so-still for two minutes. With that kind of a scene spread out before your eyes, two minutes can hold the wishes and dreams of an entire lifetime yet to live.