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
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That makes a nice photo
ReplyDeleteGreat composition.
ReplyDeleteExcellent composition; great color and light. Like the poem, too.
ReplyDeleteAll in all, a super job!