‘When you’re walking the view shifts and changes.
Walking’s a form of hope.’
from ‘The World Without Us‘
by Mireille Juchau
Here’s the thing I always forget as summer draws to a close and the annual grey-weather dread steals over me: there are moments, at this time of year, when the wind drops, and the sea becomes shining and silken and blue.
I took the photos in today’s post as I wandered the beach at Largs Bay one afternoon a few days ago, in the week before Easter. The day was so still, and the tide so low, that the pine trees along the Esplanade were reflected in small pools of seawater that had formed between the sandbar and the main ocean …
… and out on the water, ships hung suspended in blueness, somewhere between sea and sky:
It was an afternoon that reminded me that there’s joy and beauty in every season — yes, even in the seasons you’d rather not be heading into …
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Yes, we must find the beauty in small things – it gets me through my winter, for sure. Those ships almost look like airplanes – trick of the eye and light!
Yes, it looks quite magical when the light is like that, like ships floating in the air.
They are very peaceful.
Thank you! 🙂