a soaked green seaweed catches the last whisper
of daylight as the sun rolls beneath the horizon; the hand-sized rock to which
it has paired itself is another whole world of juicy glowing aliveness, becoming
larger than life, or human, or beach, or sky as the camera’s lens begins to
close in its focus.
one rock. the entire universe.
there is this kind of sanctity in each of the countless rocks at
the tide’s edge…
one object
stepped on by dozens of humans and dogs who tread the waterline daily.
a life overlooked by most.
but that single mossy stone with burgeoning life is in dynamic
interplay with the salty froth, ice-clawed wind, the drip of tepid sunlight,
pounded-to-dust once-granite-monoliths of multicolored sand, crawling sealovers
and sprawling searoamers.
the seaworthy as well as the casualties find deep, perhaps
abiding, refuge on a minute edge of sealand.
All blog images created & photographed by Jennifer J. Wilhoit unless otherwise noted. Please circulate images with photo credit: "©2016 JenniferJWilhoit/TEALarbor stories. AllRightsReserved."
