Sometimes she swallows me whole, salt to my soul and makes me new when I need to be. Sometimes all I need is to see her, to sit in silence and breathe her in. Sometimes that is enough. Sometimes it is better to be alone with the ocean. Sometimes it is nice to be with another. A Mother.
On an afternoon in the North we wandered by the edge of the blue, bending at the knees between steps, collecting pebbles in our pockets...
These photographs were taken on my Diana f+ on black & white film at Sawtell Beach.
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