I like visiting Horseneck in winter and early spring. The sun is lower, the color deeper, and the shadows are longer. In the soft light the sounds of the ocean gently lapping against the shore with a rhythm the seems to match each breath I take. Swoosh, ahhh, swishh ahhh, swoosh ahhh and each step I take falls into the same quiet song. In the distance a gull screeches’ a call that echoes along the sand. The dune are covered with long dead vegetation dancing with every sort blow of the wind.
I love the soft variations of gray on an
We printed her name in the sand and waited as the never ending tide washed away our work and the wind dispersed the remnants of her physical self leaving us with our memories and our shared love.
|Horseneck Beach in Winter|
The timelessness of the ocean and Horseneck Beach in the winter feed my soul and for a time chose my colors and moved my brush.