Me and the Sea

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I have a strange dichotomy with the sea. Seas = beaches. Beaches are hard to find when you grow up in landlocked states like Missouri. If you want some sea, you have to go and find it.

When I have found it, I have stared and contemplated for long periods of time (what felt like little eternities), soaking it all in.

No matter the weather, these bodies of water mesmerize me.

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I become very aware that I am in an otherworldly place, someplace else that is not my day-to-day. Perhaps the sea is my “somewhere over the rainbow.” The rhythmic sounds of the waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes harsh, lull me into a state of inner peace where I am much more easily able to put away my cares. My favorite nature sound is listening to the ocean to help me get to sleep when I’m feeling anxious or experiencing insomnia.

Despite my love for the beauty and tranquility of the water (this is where the dichotomy comes in), I don’t feel the need to live near one.

Some people require being in close proximity to bodies of water. My mother is one of those people. She takes her pleasure from the lake(s) she lives close to; I truly think it grounds her.

But for me, I prefer to keep the specialness of the sea apart from my daily life. In addition to seas and oceans making me feel as if I’m on vacation, which I enjoy preserving, I also do not possess skin genes that allow for high doses of sun on a regular basis. In another life, perhaps I’ll have gorgeous skin that browns like a turkey at Thanksgiving. But in this life, I have pale, incendiary skin, suited for shade, air conditioning, and computer work.

When forced to be outdoors for any length of time, sea or no sea, I swath my skin in high doses of SPF sunblock, the better with which to help me be an outdoors(wo)man for a few hours.

Me and the sea are tight. I can’t wait until the next time I’m near one, so I may dip my toes into the frothy water and drink in the salty air.

Until such time, I’ll remember the sea fondly with previous memories and look through others’ eyes who have captured it in places I will probably never go.

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This post was in response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Sea.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Masterpiece

Recently, I signed up for The Daily Post from WordPress.com–and I’m so glad I did!

I usually have a few drafts in my back pocket but the daily inspiration really gets the creative juices flowing.

I decided to partake in this week’s photo challenge just for fun and because it had been a while since I’d done a photography post.

This week’s theme is “masterpiece,” and it can have a wide interpretation. Almost immediately upon thinking about the word masterpiece, and what kind of image might best represent that concept, one of the photos I shot last year rose quickly to the surface.

The Seattle Great Wheel towers over the bay and is, in my mind, an architectural masterpiece. It is also a mode of transportation that allows one to go way up in the sky and see some of the most beautiful sights (or, “masterpieces,”) in the United States–those of the stunning city of Seattle.

It was difficult to choose which photo I wanted to use but I decided on this one for the composition and because the Great Wheel is only mostly visible; the fact that some of it didn’t make it into the frame suggests how grandly colossal it is. Albeit enormous, it is a graceful sight to behold as it gently completes its rounds.

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