Then the Rain… (I)
December 12, 2015
Not an easy task to keep the lens dry and get a clear shot in the whirling rain and sea spray from the wild waves crashing in, whilst the wind is battering around a body that’s trying to hold the camera still. I obviously didn’t succeed and yet these
In solitude I walk Yet never alone Storm merging with an inner source Rain swirls in my veins Roaring waves; warrior’s cry Explosion of the sea Connecting with barren walls Tension creating portals To a still space between the stars The moon tattooed on my soul An invisible birthmark