Out here where I live, on the Texas High Plains, I can always see the horizon. (Unless the dust is blowing, but that’s a whole different story.) When I travel to places where the horizon is obscured by silly things like hills or trees, I start to get a little fidgety after a day or so. There’s something about that flat line, way out there, that calms me down.
Oceans are good, with their non-broken horizons.
But then, this silliness happened. I have neither explanations nor apologies. That railing was just right there, and I had a camera, and…
Point Reyes National Seashore