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
My formative years were spent on the Texas High Plains, which made me very comfortable with lots of horizon to look at. And that, in turn, makes me enjoy a beach, where in addition to the horizon, I’ve got the endless waves to look at. I never get tired of them.
Peggy’s Cove, Nova Scotia