Saturday, February 13, 2016

Whispers Of The Sea

"A secret freedom opens through a crevice you can barely see."
- Rumi

 I lay down on the barren shore and purest waters wash over me.   My long hair tangled in the seaweed like a mermaid.  A whisper of a psalm drifts through the sea air. 

a silent soul
washed by the sea

Photography- Seawashed
The Northern California Coast