mammals at the beach

Growing up on the Southeastern US Coast I feel a deep bond to its shifting edge. This is my paean to that coast mirrored in candid street style photographs of people in it's sensuous embrace. This soft shifting edge always stimulates wonder. Kids there mirror a joy & lightness of being reminding us there is always salve for our wounds. The beach is a communal place that can instill powerful feelings of connection, yet at the same time can offer deeper insights into individual journeys. Is some piece of the earth's heart revealed more easily there? Is there a kind of womb where the oceans caress continents? Anyone who grew up on the Southeastern Coast of the US cannot be separate from the salt air, wetlands, live oaks & Spanish moss that mark it's shifting edge. These sign posts & symbols cannot be removed from our fiber anymore than scars from slavery and abuses meted out to Native Americans can be removed from our collective consciousness. To live in denial of such is morally dishonest, to live in-slaved to it's sorrow is catastrophically unhealthy. There is great healing too salve our wounds in this water. I grew up & have spent most of my life at the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay. My Fascination & love of water has never left me.