Kelp
A pause in the coil and surge — not quite long enough to take a breath — then another swell arrives and the kelp weaves and unwinds like poor Ophelia’s sinuous hair, hypnotic and compelling. A warning and an invitation.
And there — the shattered stone, and the foam and froth, and the pastel swell, and the insistent tide, and the oyster taste in the air. In that interlude between one swell receding and next arriving, there is the certainty that we came from the sea.
And the sea will always remind us.
Photo "27034292721" not found (invalid ID)Photo "27034292721" not found (invalid ID)Photo "27034292721" not found (invalid ID)Blog photograph copyrighted to the photographer and used with permission by utata.org. All photographs used on utata.org are stored on flickr.com and are obtained via the flickr API. Text is copyrighted to the author, greg fallis and is used with permission by utata.org. Please see Show and Share Your Work
