GeneralFriday, January 28th, 2005, (1:39 am)
I’ve been going to my beach a lot since my Granddad died. More than perhaps I would normally in this cold month of January. Each time the tide has been out, leaving behind a vast sandy plain stretching to the edge of Wales, with scattered rocks and pools of water, where tiny sea creatures are marooned and can only wait for the waves to come back to shore.
I know I keep missing the tide, like old friends missing one another in familiar places. Our schedules are different that’s all. I know the waves are out there and it’s business as usual for the sea. But I want to see my old friend again, and sooner rather than later.
Wrote the following comment on Jan 27, 2005 at 8:35 pm
Your photographs are truly moving. Writing’s not bad either…
Here’s to hoping you catch the tide soon.
Wrote the following comment on Jan 28, 2005 at 4:54 am
i’ve always loved the timeless nature of the ocean; when i stand on a beach and look out at the horizon, i see the ancient past and the unimaginable future come together in the meeting of the ocean and the sky. i hear my birth and my death in the crashing of the waves.all this to say: i know what you mean.
Wrote the following comment on Jan 28, 2005 at 6:00 am
Very beautiful photograph, and your words are very moving! Have a great day!