refreshed

forage

Last week i felt suffocated. The gray clouds stopped the sun and with all the moist in the air and no wind we had a long period with fog. Its like the world comes to a stop. Nothing is more saddening then hearing the foghorn at night 'woooooeeeeeeeing'. Disturbed my concentration while reading. Made me depressed and with *.* away.. Lost inspiration.

So happy today that the sky was cristal clear blue again! There where bits of blue past days already made me sigh of relieve and with *.* back..
Went to the sea today. No foghorn but with brrrr barking dogs! But they couldnt drive me away there. The sea and the blue sky. Shot some pictures but strange now back at home wonder why i only took pictures of gray sand? Lol!
The wrinkle’s made by the waves of the sea in the sand and the traces of bird feets left after their forages. [When the sea pulles back much food is left]. There is so much symbolism there.
No pictures of the sea or sky but wandering there i just had to think of a posty..


'wrinkles'

note much wrinkles where sadly 'destroyed' by feet of men and dogs.