La Grande Arche, etched from time or man?
A cool mist hangs in the air, time stands still.
Life goes on... waiting for the next tide to refill and replenish.

The vastness of this place, empty and yet so alive. Hard and soft, given the time of day. Life takes a nap waiting for the surge to recommence.

Morning glory, from sea to shining sea. Just on the other side lies my own ocean, with beaches from my youth.
Am I reaching the flipside of the ages?
With each wave, my heart still stirs in the same manner.

Life goes on... continued by the never ending pound of the surf; churning, flowing, washing away the old and bringing in the new.
I have so much to learn.

photo: My son, Christopher, age 10

Reflections; sparkling, singing, reaching out... Shining, sweeping, pulling me in to the everlasting eternity of the end of a wonderful day.
Hope springs eternal.

Time and tide wait for no man... an inspiration for future projects.
The race will never be won, but the glory is in the effort spent.
This one is for you, Uncle Bob. Vroom.

Glory, glory. Hallelujah.
Inhale deeply and smell the ocean air, feel the breeze and the sound of the waves beckoning you closer to the edge of release.

This little patch of land moved me... the small and the large, carved out from years of nature's forces.
Survival takes root in the smallest of ways. And then flourishes...
Beautifully.

My child. I see him as he grows and begins to walk away from me. I want to protect, but I must also let him grow and learn on his own.
I love you, my Toph.

Ancient sailors come to mind, the vast horizon, not knowing what was ahead, and yet they sailed on. The unknown swirls around and engulfs the mind.

Looking ahead...