last weekend, work took me to the ocean. often times, i’ll say “i don’t take many photos of my personal life because that’s like… showing up to work on your day off”
yet, it saddens me that i made it all the way to florida and don’t have much to show for it photographically. My personal life sort of just… takes a backseat and i fail to document my life in the same capacity. so… upon arriving home, i reminisce about the white crabs that would peek out of the sand and skitter across the beach. I didn’t photograph a single sea shell. or umbrella. i didn’t take photos of the boardwalk. or the surf boards. the colors. nothing.
so one day… my memory will fail me. and i’ll forget what it was like there in destin, florida. the sounds. the smells. the energy. and …. well… i don’t even have a photo to stir that in me either.
i remember standing on the beach just close enough to get my toes in. and as the water would wash up on the shore, i’d see it reach my footprints. and in one salty swoop… it would wash them away.
as if i was never there
life is so beautiful. even the gritty sandy bits. and the times when you stand on the shore and can see forever – the whole world ahead of you… just waiting to be seen. i need to document more. because one day, my time will come… and it will be as if i was never here.
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