Each dawn I walk the shore I feel richer than the day before – unweighable gold swirling at my feet, like a personal secret to share with someone not yet met
This sand poem is for you, a trace of our love. It will not be erased by the tides because you are so canute.
I was like a lone fisherman on the shore, trying to catch images of the dawn; a photo-fisher with his carefully placed tripod, waiting for the perfect moment. Long minutes passed against a background of sea sounds, while colours in sea and sky changed subtly as though trying to elude my eyes and the baited lens. Slowly… Read More Fishing for Dawn