Dan took this picture of me this weekend. I was making myself stop to drink in my surroundings.
I imbibed the tundric panorama that had wrapped itself around me, listened through mom’s earmuffs to the hand-prickling wind and icy-rustling dune grasses, breathed in frigid waterfront air, and made sure I was aware of everything around me on the frozen beach. My senses stymied at the paradox of standing on sand yet feeling cold.
I love this picture. I love what it signifies. Looking outward. Aware of my landscape. Looking forward. Being in the moment. Being solitary. Silent. Taking time for me. Being still. Thinking. Reveling in the beauty of creation. Wondering. Comfortable. Content. Calm. Beautiful.
I love this place. I want to stay just a short while longer before moving on.
Couldn’t have said it better myself. Words and picture are one…
how beautiful and poetic a wave of chill and relaxation came over me as I read this!
Thanks mom.
LJ–totally appreciate your comment. Sometimes I wonder if I’m a little too “out there” when I attempt creative writing or try to describe something as ephemeral as a moment. Thank you.
You are right that is an amazing picture!!