Saturday, June 6, 2009

Pick me!

Surfboards at Innerlight, waiting silently, patiently, for the chance to go for a ride...

Man's first death is the random potential
Of aeons before conception,
And the surf, merging life with form,
The surf is creation and rebirth.

- from "Cicada Sun" by Hugh Cook


  1. Excellent composition; great color and light. Like the poem, too.

    All in all, a super job!