Our assignment for this week is all about motion.
Our kids at the beach, each standing on something, maybe rocks or wood--maybe left from an old pier or dock...
This summer we took a trip to the East Coast. This photo was taken at Wrightsville Beach near the city of Wilmington North Carolina. Being from Kansas it's not often that we get a chance to dig our toes in the sand while the surf comes rolling in, then back out. Oh the water was delightful! A perfect day!
The falling wave,
arch of identity, shattering feathers,
is only spume when it clears,
and returns to its source, unconsumed.
arch of identity, shattering feathers,
is only spume when it clears,
and returns to its source, unconsumed.
~a verse from 'The Wide Ocean', a poem by Pablo Neruda
