Photo Title: Horizon © John R. Math PhotographyVisit his website to see additional photos.
The photographer lives in Jupiter, Florida , and specializes in
abstract and impressionistic landscapes.
"You are here, with the smell of the sea and the sound of the seabirds crying out to one another."
Tell me what you are doing; why you are at this place.
Write
A story
or
An experience
or
A poem.
Photo used with permission from John R. Math
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When I was ten years old, I took my first trip to Florida to visit my grandmother. This was a big deal for me, and I can still remember going to the beach and swimming the warm waters searching for sand dollars and shells.
"Wow neary, That is a beautiful painting" Moe said as she eyed the cookie stand.
"Moe, you din't really care if my painting wins," Neary said exasperated, " you just came for the food."
"Not true neary," *gulp* "I love looking at your art work. I is just a little hard to see when it is under that big blue ribbon."
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And that is how neary got 1st prize at the fair for her watercolor painting. It was a sunset over the mountains but this looked close enough.
~Moe
i'll have to come back to post my story. but i love the image. peaceful and serene.
"Yellow and red run together,
to make a glowing orange,
like watercolors washed
across west coast fog,
teasing the depths of
water blue."
I walked silently along the damp coastline, my bare feet sinking every few steps into the cold sand, so bright against the shadowed forest wall. With every gust of ocean air the trees swayed a little further to each side their groans like a mid-day yawn, all swayed except the eagles tree. Its bark grayed and peeling, barley covers its thick trunk, it takes four of my uncles to hug it properly. I smile, my lips cracking, as I remember games of hide and seek with portly city cousins, all of us being able to hide behind that eagle's tree. The eagle is just returning as I sit on the driest piece of driftwood I can find, he is old now but still as powerful and majestic. After finishing his freshly caught breakfast he takes to the swirling winds and battles his way around the corner and into the next bay. Quickly the sky begins to change, the dreary fog of night lifting to reveal the sun's first rays as they tentatively peek over a heaving horizon. Slowly my mind becomes once again aware of time and I unwillingly rouse myself and retrace my sunken steps back to my mothers house atop the secluded west cliff, I can see it from here, the blue and white looking as if they were plucked straight from a photo of Greece. I smile again, wincing as the wind stings my chapped lips, and sigh as the reality of a new day slowly sets in.
I'm at this place to get away from the noisy cars and noisy people, and to listen to the waves crash onto the shore. And let my busy thoughts slowly fade until I am one with the ocean and the air and the blue sky.
Beautiful photograph! I thought it was a painting when I first saw it. I wish I was there right now:)
Whether it be truth or fiction, thank you for sharing your stories :)
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