This picture, always been one of my favorites in life. There is no filter. There are no effects. I may have taken this picture with a phone that was pre-Apple. I know where I was. I know who I was with. I know how these lines came to be. I have never edited this photo. I have never touched it. I have never added or removed. I never took more than one of it. It is alone. It is special. The colors coming and going, time changing, people coming in from the day. The picture never gets old to me. It's that point in your heart, not your whole heart, not your new heart, not your old heart, just that point. That mile marker that never changes in the road...no matter how many times we travel it, we can come back...to that moment. Much of capturing of photos of nature began with this photo. I don't even know why it started with this one, but it did. It showed me that something, something with no tangible value, gave to me, so much intangible value that someone cannot change. The picture is the picture. I took it. I was the one who stood there...I was not alone...I was with someone....the picture was taken so fast, we hardly even spoke about it. We just kept on walking along the ocean and down the road. Heading back in from the chill settling in to New England on that night. I cannot say what day this was taken. It has no date. It will always be that moment...it does not need a date. The picture stays close to me as one of my favorites. Maybe for the purity. Maybe for the quiet and serenity it brings me because it's just so peaceful. Sails are down. Boats docked. Lights slowly dimming. I see the shades of the sun that day, setting, night setting on it to create a beautiful blur in the center. It will never bore me. Before I knew it....the sun was gone. I was home. A picture keeps that moment forever.
Edit..I stand corrected after locating the original. The date the picture was taken was 9/2/2011. Labor Day weekend. Kinda insane and cool.
“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), it’s always our self we find in the sea.” – E. E. Cummings
“The heart of man (and woman) is very much like the sea, it has its storms,
it has its tides and in its depths, it has its pearls too.” – Vincent