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
For the same kinds of reasons (which I don’t fully understand) that I prefer to look at the backs of buildings or at things that are falling apart, I was happy to visit the beach in the winter, when there weren’t many people about and the lifeguard stations were pushed together to keep each other company until spring.
Doheny State Beach
Dana Point, California