I wonder what birds think about when they stare out at the ocean.
We had lunch on the beach the other day and I walked away with a few shots that really captured the mood of the afternoon. Just after I took the photo of Michael I went out and joined him in the surf. As we recovered from being rolled by a particularly big wave he asked me how anyone who has been in the ocean and felt its strength could possibly be an atheist.
As we are a pair of agnostics I think we tend to take our faith for granted. We are however, in a way, doubly blessed. We have the benefit of a strong faith without the dogma of religion. Standing in the ocean being knocked around by water, it was as if I could feel the energy of everyone and everything that has come and gone before me.
It was one of those afternoons where everything just feels warm, not much else to say about it.
Music: Nirvana - Live At Reading
Books: John Irving - A Widow For One Year