Requiem

Always, even before the mountains were born, it was the sea that folded its dark soul around algae bloom and plankton and embryonic fishes, around ashen rain and shattered prisms of light, and offered up its titanic floor as the resting place of life. Consider that broken shell just washed ashore, its barnacle covered walls … More Requiem

…there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away. — Sarah Kay

The sea is a force that connects, both by its ageless presence and its tomorrow’s hold. But, mostly, its strength resides in the powers that pull it and us from one horizon to the next, that cause sailors to stand and to face the sea and salute. Photo by Mary O’Connor © 2013