Peace

November 1:  Today I went back to Newcomb Hollow to try to refind peace there. The magic of that place has been shattered by a tragic death and by the loss of a lover who lay next to me on the sand before everything ended in anger.There was a spacious low tide, a little sun, thin clouds, quiet ripples in the surf. Even a surviving seal. I lay down, alone, and found some peace. Nothing clear, nothing certain, but very real. These are the pictures from that linger that I like.

Posted on November 12, 2018 .