“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always our self we find in the sea.” ― E.E. Cummings
Sea, to me, is an emotion embodied. It loves, hates, sweeps over an underwhelming year. It’s one of my best friends, maybe that’s why it’s the most favorite subject of my lens. I forget all small tricky details of life when I walk by the shore. I can’t count how many times I escaped to that tranquility, but I am surely grateful to my almost next door neighbor, Pacific ocean. We bury a new story in each other’s hearts every time we meet; that’s how the friendship is evolving, slowly, steadily.
Someone once told me, if you live by the ocean, you can never write a single thought without giving it a part. I agree. Truth is, I can’t.
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I am posting for this 5 day Black & White Challenge. Rules are simple, and you are invited to participate. I’m not going to pick one single photographer because you all are good and can show the world in your very own way.
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A Journey Called Life ... 
I love mountains also but cannot climb them so stick to my second love sea. Always enjoy your writing it is as good as your photography. I’m okay dear, thanks.
Yes, it almost creates the silhouette effect here. 🙂 Thank you, Moon. 🙂
Thank you, Indira. We just can’t forget the sea, right? They say, bigger things like a hill or a sea inspires us to forget small worries of life. 🙂 How have you been?
The dark figures are an excellent contrast to the foamy sea
Beautiful. I agree with you always. Living by the sea is common for both of us perhaps.
Thank you for your comment. 🙂 I agree with you about Ocean for B&W. 🙂
“maggie and milly and molly and may” – I just thought about it while posting the photograph. 🙂 Thank you for your kindness.
Beautiful shot and words.The ocean is a great subject for B&W.
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maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
“- Thank you for reminding me of the poem. Your thoughts on sea are soul-stirring! Keep up the great work!