"People travel to wonder at the height of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars; and they pass by themselves without wondering... Now, let us acknowledge the wonder of our physical incarnation— that we are here, in these particular bodies, at this particular time, in these particular circumstances. May we never take for granted the gift of our individuality."
— Saint Augustine of Hippo
Sitting in an airport on Thanksgiving.. waiting to fly to family and old stomping grounds. It's been too long since I've seen the ocean and held my niece and nephew. My flight home used to be nearly six hours across the country. Now it's two. If I wanted to drive it would be 16 hours.. which is tempting as the western edge of the country is divine.. especially when driving among cliffs with the immense ocean crashing just below. Living in Portland has been such a well deserved break after seven years in NYC. It's allowed me the downtime to really work on my photographs and think about them.. to take scenic drives and walks in solitude.. and to stand in constant awe at the world around me.... in wonder at the vastness of it all and at how grateful I am to be alive and well and in good company.