the tails of the white horses riding the turning tide. 
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At the place betwen land, air and sea, time is like driftwood thrown upon the shore. Please respect the copyright of the photographer.
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- Along the line of the cresting wave he rode.
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- the tails of the white horses riding the turning ...
- and so the outbound journey begins again
- upon the curl he rode the line.
- breaking the wave.
- sea lettuce in a halo, washed by rippled tides.
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- Learning to view the world anew and share the things I see. Each day is a new step on old paths revisited. So guess that makes me just one more passenger on this planet of ours.
1 comment:
I especially love how you've captured the salty mist coming from the curls of the waves.
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