Beauty competition on the east coast.
I waited forever for the shrimp boat to glide into the silver shaft of light created by a dimmed sun over stormy seas. The resulting images were disappointments – many shots hurriedly taken could not compare with any of the before shaft/after shaft shots. But I was not disappointed overall for the experience, which turned out to be rather surreal. The light was exquisite.
A rock captures my attention on a lonely beach sunrise morning.
Fort Fisher 2015
One morning I woke early enough to grab camera, dog and coffee and drove down to the end of the island for a different perspective. Sunrises are normally just a walk across the street for me. While fun, it can get predictable. How silly! Predictable sunrises! How spoiled am I?!
Just as Baylee and I pulled up into the empty parking lot another car pulled up as well. Damn, I thought. Solitude is my morning meditation. Baylee is my only exception this day and now I have to share this moment with someone else. No help for it I leash Baylee, sling my camera over my shoulder and head off onto the path.
Walking past the other car a lady exited her vehicle, her own dog leashed and ready for a walk. We stop and laugh, and let our dogs get acquainted. She also has a camera. She also was looking for solitude.
Instead of solitude we both made a new friend. Heidi hails from New York and was a first responder on 9/11. She lives at the beach now, her lungs nearly destroyed by the fumes and harsh chemicals she breathed in on that fateful day. We shared tears and stories, she more than me, and at the end we hugged and vowed to always stay in touch. We do, too. We have different politics but that will never stop us from being friends. Well, I say “friends,” but that as you know is always a work in progress. We are Becoming. And it’s all because we put aside our quest for solitude aside and shared our morning “space,” embracing the opportunity. The photo above is one I shot that morning.
There’s no moral to this story. It’s just a story. One of millions and millions around the world. I’m grateful for everyone I’ve met in person and online for you help me grow. All of you, each of you, individually and collectively you help me grow.
“Those who profess to favor freedom,
and yet depreciate agitation,
are men who want crops without plowing up the ground.”
I kept my daughter’s college literature book. It’s just like mine when I was in college, only better because it now contains works by Native Americans, black women and more black men. We need their voices, we need all voices. Frederick Douglass is enjoying a moment of revitalization in this Black History Month. I wonder what he would say about the internal coup happening in our government and the grand marches of resistance around the world. He’d probably be out there leading the way. So here’s to you, Frederick Douglass.
Too much drama on TV these days. This is the kind of drama I prefer. Sunrise with a soft sea, soft colors yet rain falling from a lone cloud. Breathe in, breathe out.