{Electric Avenue}

Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away-Sarah Kay

One of my favorite feelings is to stand at the shoreline. Feel the current of the ocean engulf my legs and move it's energy outward. Gazing at the items deposited and withdrawn at my feet. I've grasped for shells, sure that I would catch it. But alas as quickly as it caught my eye, the water says not so fast and is gone out to sea again. There are numerous sensations of the water, but none is as electric and alive as where the shore and water meet. It's hard to put into words and to photograph...best left to experience and enjoy!

{Formula}

“The poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire. He is responsible for humanity, for animals even; he will have to make sure his visions can be smelled, fondled, listened to; if what he brings back from beyond has form, he gives it form; if it has none, he gives it none. A language must be found…of the soul, for the soul and will include everything: perfumes, sounds colors, thought grappling with thought” ― Arthur Rimbaud

I sit with the sound of the ocean and grapple with thoughts. The roar, hum and background noise intrude. When I'm ready, I slowly walk into the water. Warm, salty with rocks and sand. Waves of the Atlantic are powerful and I underestimate their force. Unlike heights, I'm not afraid of the ocean. Despite it's force, the water hits my skin and it feels natural. Continually, I get knocked around and there is a moment where I look footing to an unexpected rock and am underwater. Salt in my nose, bubbles engulf my head. I pull myself out of the wave and feel the air. I'm in love with the force of the Atlantic. It's blues have captured my heart.

{Dimensions}

“Nights through dreams tell the myths forgotten by the day.” ― C.G. Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections