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Scenes on Sunday ~ Waves

waves are the voices of time and the tides

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

nothing like Californian noonday light

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the energy of waves

Life is a series of waves to be embraced and overcome.

Waves are born on the wind, they live in the deep ocean where their power grows, and then, eventually, they die.  Waves die of old age.  Waves die as they crash upon the rocks. And, waves die softly and quietly as they gently caress the shore.  In the end, everything and everyone dies.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, so do our minutes hasten to their end.  ~  Shakespeare.

Waves are not objects like pebbles, or rocks, or cliffs.  Waves are living things, more akin to clouds, more akin to trees, more akin to us.  Waves are fascinating to watch, and waves are both science and art combined.  Waves are filled with powerfully energetic emotions.  Waves almost have personalities.

From time to time, one must release the grime built up inside them to free their emotions like the ocean.  ~  Suzy Kassem.

Just as sound is not made of air, waves are not made of water ~ waves are made of energy.  Waves do not move, only the energy within the wave moves.  And energy is the mysterious force that binds everything in the Universe together.  The movement of energy creates everything; the stars, the planets, atoms, life, relationships, love…

An understanding of the power of waves helps us to understand ourselves.  Throw yourself against a rock, and you will break.

The energy within a wave is always changing, yet always stays the same.  The energy within us and within our relationships is always changing yet always stays the same; relationship energies may move from disinterest, to desire, to love ~ and sometimes back again.  In that way, our lives mirror the dark power of the waves.

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

photographs taken with a Lumix

 

 

 

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She Comes

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tonight she comes

she travels the world

and now she comes

once more foaming curled

again and again she comes

fast and often she comes

and tonight she comes hard

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words and pictures by jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

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