The Bay

Jason // July 20 // 16 Comments

This liminal space between shore and sea, home to myriads,

Where life is measured twice a day, with the dance of the moon.

This space, this littoral landscape of edge and change

which percolates the broth of all beings, the place of birth.

The place of death that knells the bell of endings

should the tide turn and grasp the feet of those who do not know

The timescapes that govern the hiss and sway of this rushing water.

A soup of nutrients readily given to those myriads

who nourish their souls on fat invertebrates.

A place of solace for the soothe seeker,

A breath of fresh sea air, that settles the spirit.

Wanderland for the weary, a crosser of souls.

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  • Jason
    How beautiful,words and the pictures. Land ,sea and sky ,connected. Bless our wonderful EARTH and all who love her. from Mary

  • This is so beautiful, Jason, and well presented. I love all the mandales to you are so talented and a great inspiration .

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    About the Author Jason

    Jason follows his lifelong vocation as a countryside photographer who tries to catch the spirit of the places he visits. After decades working as a professional editorial photographer he now focuses much of his time on conceptual fine art photography, visual storytelling and in aiding others to follow their creative calling.

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