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.
(Originally posted in Jan. 2016.)
