(personal photo collection)
Sun hangs low
to touch a perfect, empty continent.
Evening arches through snow
with deep gratitude blush.
Sea froth and foam
rolls sky’s glow.
Wind howls spray over bow
in fiery reds and shades of orange.
I stand balanced.
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To stand balanced amidst such awe and beauty… how? Stunned? Captured?
Your words align with your images (the first of which I find to be spectacular) so beautifully.
Amazing. Full stop.
Absolutely beautiful, Linda. To stand balanced amidst such splendor is a glorious thing! How awe can both ground us and elevate us.
I apologize, Mary, for calling you Linda. I have no idea where my head is at!