Fourth in a series of five from Popham Beach, Maine. I'll be posting the remaining photograph tomorrow; stay tuned!
Back to my humble beginnings in black and white for this one.
There are few places on earth one can go and still be able to hear a heart beat within you. Like remote areas of Utah, even among the falling snow and the muffled sound of the surf pounding the coast nearby, the snow provides a blanket of calm and solace to any scene. 80 beats per minute...
The snow, falling harder now, carefully observing my surroundings, taking notice of each snowflake landing upon my dark colored winter coat - the intricacies of each flake, coming a close second to the raw beauty that is Popham. Driftwood abounds as each cell in their structures slowly dissolve back into the earth.
This Maine we live in...mostly untouched, raw beauty that is but a small fraction of our world we know little about...