Wednesday, October 17, 2012


I'm alone on the narrow strip of beach that's left thus far untouched by the incoming tide; all alone except for Sasha. She was sheared today, except for her head and tail; and looks like a good looking but emaciated lion.
A sand-coloured crab runs crookedly-straight across my vision.
The tide is angrily trying to get me, I still have some leeway though: not sure which is going to get me first, the tide, the dusk, or the approaching fiercely-beautiful storm?
It's my first alone time today, my artist-writer needs it.
We - me and the elements - are turbulent. But free

1 comment:

Monkey said...

I too had alone time today, mine was in the woods...but theraputic none the less....the photo took my breath, so beautiful...your words paint such a picture, I am there in the moment....