Just before low tide set in.
The sea and the river were exchanging blows under a pink sky.
Seconds later (after this frame was captured) there was an audible exhale.
The pressure dropped.
The sea's 'push' diminished and the sound of the waves along with it.
The wind died down.
And the river flowed unabated.
It was incredible to experience.
First frame of the day...
Fog...
“There are your fog people & your sun people, he said. I said I wasn't sure which kind I was. He nodded. Fog'll do that to you, he said.”
― Brian Andreas, Story People: Selected Stories & Drawings of Brian Andreas
Here and gone -- touch as many as you can...
Nature heals...
The sound of the surf.
The wind on my face.
The sand under my feet.
The water licking my mosquito-bitten ankles.
Nature heals...
