I came out onto the terrace of my
Lemontree cottage this morning, as I usually do, and looked down at the beach with the ocean waves gently lapping up on shore. I breathed in deeply of the cool (its all relative) sea air and was happy to see the sun rising in the west. I stood on the terrace looking and looking again at the waves. "Looking and looking again," I thought..."this is like a painting." The more you look, the more you see. Today in my
looking and looking I saw the white foam of the waves transform into an abstract painting and I captured it with my camera.
I came out onto the terrace of my Lemontree cottage this morning, as I usually do, and looked down at the beach with the ocean waves gently lapping up on shore. I breathed in deeply of the cool (its all relative) sea air and was happy to see the sun rising in the west. I stood on the terrace looking and looking again at the waves. "Looking and looking again," I thought..."this is like a painting." The more you look, the more you see. Today in my looking and looking I saw the white foam of the waves transform into an abstract painting and I captured it with my camera.
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