Sea. What kind of emotions does the sea or ocean make you feel? Do you remember the first time you went in the water? Had a wave crash on you? Felt the sand burn your feet? Do you feel more peaceful around water? Do you hate the beach? What’s the most interesting thing about the sea for you?
Lots of questions, lots of interpretations. Show me the different sides of Sea with your contribution!
In a new post specifically for this challenge, share a photo which means SEA to you!
SEA – Weekly Photo Challenge
I don’t remember the first time I went to the big water – I’ve lived on the Atlantic coast (Eastern Shore) all of my life, with it’s many rivers, streams, tributaries all around. Water is a way of life, a way many make a living, by tradition, that’s quickly being swept away in the tide with more and more regulations.
Every person on the Eastern Shore has some connection with the ocean, whether they like it’s beauty or not. It’s still a part of everyone’s life, engrained in the soul, in the form of beauty or of tragedy. Standing in the hot, burning sand on a scorching summer day, a gentle breeze is always blowing, clearing away the cobwebs in the mind. Watching the waves and hearing them crash upon the shore is mesmerizing, until you are aware of only yourself and the ocean. It’s power. A much greater power. Something that will grab you by your feet and pull you under. Something that must be respected because, although it’s beautiful, the ocean will take. You realize there is something much greater in this world than you yet there’s a feeling of oneness, only you, at the mercy of the big water. The great power of moving liquid can churn and swell and destruct like no other natural disaster. The force of this giant waves crash the lives of many, causing so much destruction, so much unwanted acceptance.
There are too many photos to show what the sea really means to me but let it suffice to say that ‘power’ is the most important way to describe it, either verbal or photo or silence. It is straight up power, a force that cannot be tamed. Power of the sea grows exponentially when a tropical storm or hurricane comes knocking on our door. Irene brought too much damage and destruction: pictures of tragedy I don’t wish to share. But Sandy, first a tropical storm (blowing by here) and then a hurricane, left our little world with a nice chance to experience the full force of the ocean’s potential power with a much less chance of danger.
People, including myself, love to walk along the beach during a storm such as this. Surfers are diehard wave runners that see no obstacle in riding the special gifts provided by the stormy sea. These people are wild and free, and you are living that exact moment vicariously through them. They feel it, the power, and you feel it. The strength of something way bigger than you and you beat it. You hope. The sea is churning, the waves are crashing, you are looking, they are riding – all with water around your feet, sand in your eyes, hearing only the wind and surf.
The sea is a whole different world. No matter how many people there are around, you are alone with only the sea.
And that’s okay.