*This post is part of a collaborative project - a year of stories shared by a group of 15 photographers every Tuesday in 2016. Please visit JULIE MAK after you read this post to continue the circle.*
Once upon a time there was a girl who thought she loved the Ocean.
She loved the sunshine. The feeling of the sand, soft and warm on top yet cool and abrasive underneath. The smell of salt and fish and seaweed and eons of living things jostled in the lapping water. The water, ever strong and present and consistent. Oh so consistent. Oh so strong. Never ceasing to chase you. Presents lurking at every turn in seashells and seaglass and driftwood.
It was a healing place. A calming place. A centering place.
But then she found her Island.
And it was then she really knew, with her whole entire soul, that she loved the Ocean like no other place on earth.
It was there where all distractions are blown away. It was there where sun and sand and water combine to brush away the edge that separates reality from magic. It was there where Nature revealed herself, softening the fear of humans that all creatures naturally posses. It was there where evidence of storms long past entrenched itself among dunes and marshes and seagrass with the echoes of Power reverberating off the crests and valleys in the zebra striped sand.
There will be no other place on earth that feels more like magic than her Island.
all images are from our latest trip to the shore in June 2016.
*This post is part of a collaborative project - a year of stories shared by a group of 15 photographers every Tuesday in 2016. Please visit JULIE MAK after you read this post to continue the circle.*