Cannon Beach, and a toddler’s cheeks. The brief sun on our lips and the ocean breeze in our eyes. A break from the craziness of the city and a meditation on all that matters.
Three generations stand overlooking the boundless deep. Toes wriggle into the sand under cold water.
Separate paths on similar terrain. Hearts locked together and meditations alone. I may be on assignment but I am also fully alive, on a beach, with my family. Life’s circles come together in a perfect Venn Diagram and I stand in the center.
Cannon Beach, OR / afternoon / off the grid
Reflection in the cup; a moment where the world suspends itself around my deaf ears and I tune most into my tongue — senses swirl, existence completes. Who am I? The question is suddenly less of a bugger, since it hardly matters: I enjoy, I receive, I am. The ritual restores me.
everywhere / anytime / n/a