|Walney Park, Centerville VA|
Same goes for the beach. I prefer the beach in winter or in the rain. Everyone leaves you alone with cold waves and freezing spray, and seagulls get a little more personal. I don't have to hear anything but them and the water, the hugeness of God and souls residing in the vast liquid of life.
When I was a kid, my father used to take us to an ocean-side bird sanctuary on Plum Island in winter, usually on a school day. We lived up north, where the cold was very cold, and he taught me to love the solitude. I'd walk off by myself, the wind cutting through the gaps in my hood, my lips freezing alongside the glorious moment of just feeling alive. Sometimes (to my mother's horror), I'd take off my boots and socks.
|Colonial Beach, VA|
As much as I try to love everyone and be patient and all that, I often resent people. I want to be left alone, get away from this stupid society we've created, retreat from blabbing and words and ideas that make me want to cut off my own ears and sometimes my entire head. The greater part of me is an introvert and a dreamer, and I sometimes have difficulty with what most people want to call "the real world."
Currently, I'm working on a book of poetry which I plan to accompany with my photos and artwork. My goal is to get it out this year. Some of the photos are (and will be) taken when I am alone, some when I am sharing glorious time with family in nature. Whether or not it's a best seller isn't important. It's more about the experience of creating and synthesizing, sharing and leaving a legacy. I'll have to depend on more "normal" work to make money, but that's how artists live. And I really do want to live.