Connect – to link, to join, unite, I thought about these and more.
We connect visibly and invisibly.
Sometimes we are aware of it.
Sometimes we are totally unconnected to the realisation that we cannot not be connected.
For if there is no connection, there is no flow.
If there is no flow, there is no movement.
If there is no movement, there is no expansion.
If there is no expansion, there is no thing.
Crazy traveller somewhere in Scotland, heading into more snow. Looks like I’m not the only one.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Off-Season.”
I love company, but equally I relish solitude. A space that I share with space itself.
I am most at home in nature but I always gravitate toward the sea.
Every beach has its own voice, its own song and I relish investigating a new beach or the same beach on a different day, wondering just how I am going to experience it and what I am going to hear that day.
I can think of many things that conjure up the feeling of bliss and it has taken me ages to plough through them!
But one stands out slightly more above the rest. Sunsets, and especially by the sea.
No matter where I am, when the sun begins to set I will do my best to stop what I am doing and indulge in the moment.
I think this works really well in landscape as it accentuates the expanse of the beach which is Crosby, near Liverpool in England.
There are 100 of the life size figures dotted about the beach and out into the sea. Each sculpture was made of cast iron by the British sculptor Sir Anthony Gormley. He called it ‘Another Place’.
It is really striking at the end of the day the way the light falls on the water and the images look very real. I love the living couple walking amongst them. It wasn’t planned, but I really like the contrast.
Ah, finally, a bit of sunshine to stimulate some spring growth.
This young fern has pushed its way through the detritus left after all the pine trees have been felled and hauled away.
Today’s contribution to Tuesdays of Texture (de monte y mar).