The edges of comprehension slowly start to sharpen. This image was a complete accident. There is water involved and beige stone. It was taken on my recent trip to the West Coast. It feels that way, like the experience of the West Coast, in this case the North American west coast, and maybe all west coasts... why is that?

When do we start to see new beginnings? I think it creeps up on us, usually when we are not looking for anything, and maybe after we have given up on something. Or maybe there aren't new beginnings, maybe there is only seeing.