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Expansive vistas, vast distances and rugged rocky shapes dwarf our own size and importance.
These photographs are a meditation on the raw force of nature. We are one with the world, and the world welcomes us if we are ready to accept our position as a gracious touch of divinity in a marvel of nature.
Wishing. Longing. Desire. Lust and Greed. Possessiveness, despair and doubt. In our travels through life, we often want more. In this chase of the perceived better, we may lose the sense of ourselves.
You are your world.
Everything is yours. Say ‘I love you’ to the person you love and kiss. Say ‘thank you’ to the stranger and smile. Everything on the other side of the sea is yours. Always has been. It is waiting right here, on the other shore of your soul.
Wishing. Longing. Desire. Lust and Greed. Possessiveness, despair and doubt. In our travels through life, we often want more. In this chase of the perceived better, we may lose the sense of ourselves.
You are your world.
Everything is yours. Say ‘I love you’ to the person you love and kiss. Say ‘thank you’ to the stranger and smile. Everything on the other side of the sea is yours. Always has been. It is waiting right here, on the other shore of your soul.
Wishing. Longing. Desire. Lust and Greed. Possessiveness, despair and doubt. In our travels through life, we often want more. In this chase of the perceived better, we may lose the sense of ourselves.
You are your world.
Everything is yours. Say ‘I love you’ to the person you love and kiss. Say ‘thank you’ to the stranger and smile. Everything on the other side of the sea is yours. Always has been. It is waiting right here, on the other shore of your soul.
Wishing. Longing. Desire. Lust and Greed. Possessiveness, despair and doubt. In our travels through life, we often want more. In this chase of the perceived better, we may lose the sense of ourselves.
You are your world.
Everything is yours. Say ‘I love you’ to the person you love and kiss. Say ‘thank you’ to the stranger and smile. Everything on the other side of the sea is yours. Always has been. It is waiting right here, on the other shore of your soul.
Wishing. Longing. Desire. Lust and Greed. Possessiveness, despair and doubt. In our travels through life, we often want more. In this chase of the perceived better, we may lose the sense of ourselves.
You are your world.
Everything is yours. Say ‘I love you’ to the person you love and kiss. Say ‘thank you’ to the stranger and smile. Everything on the other side of the sea is yours. Always has been. It is waiting right here, on the other shore of your soul.
Wishing. Longing. Desire. Lust and Greed. Possessiveness, despair and doubt. In our travels through life, we often want more. In this chase of the perceived better, we may lose the sense of ourselves.
You are your world.
Everything is yours. Say ‘I love you’ to the person you love and kiss. Say ‘thank you’ to the stranger and smile. Everything on the other side of the sea is yours. Always has been. It is waiting right here, on the other shore of your soul.
Wishing. Longing. Desire. Lust and Greed. Possessiveness, despair and doubt. In our travels through life, we often want more. In this chase of the perceived better, we may lose the sense of ourselves.
You are your world.
Everything is yours. Say ‘I love you’ to the person you love and kiss. Say ‘thank you’ to the stranger and smile. Everything on the other side of the sea is yours. Always has been. It is waiting right here, on the other shore of your soul.
Wishing. Longing. Desire. Lust and Greed. Possessiveness, despair and doubt. In our travels through life, we often want more. In this chase of the perceived better, we may lose the sense of ourselves.
You are your world.
Everything is yours. Say ‘I love you’ to the person you love and kiss. Say ‘thank you’ to the stranger and smile. Everything on the other side of the sea is yours. Always has been. It is waiting right here, on the other shore of your soul.
Wishing. Longing. Desire. Lust and Greed. Possessiveness, despair and doubt. In our travels through life, we often want more. In this chase of the perceived better, we may lose the sense of ourselves.
You are your world.
Everything is yours. Say ‘I love you’ to the person you love and kiss. Say ‘thank you’ to the stranger and smile. Everything on the other side of the sea is yours. Always has been. It is waiting right here, on the other shore of your soul.
Wishing. Longing. Desire. Lust and Greed. Possessiveness, despair and doubt. In our travels through life, we often want more. In this chase of the perceived better, we may lose the sense of ourselves.
You are your world.
Everything is yours. Say ‘I love you’ to the person you love and kiss. Say ‘thank you’ to the stranger and smile. Everything on the other side of the sea is yours. Always has been. It is waiting right here, on the other shore of your soul.
Wishing. Longing. Desire. Lust and Greed. Possessiveness, despair and doubt. In our travels through life, we often want more. In this chase of the perceived better, we may lose the sense of ourselves.
You are your world.
Everything is yours. Say ‘I love you’ to the person you love and kiss. Say ‘thank you’ to the stranger and smile. Everything on the other side of the sea is yours. Always has been. It is waiting right here, on the other shore of your soul.
Wishing. Longing. Desire. Lust and Greed. Possessiveness, despair and doubt. In our travels through life, we often want more. In this chase of the perceived better, we may lose the sense of ourselves.
You are your world.
Everything is yours. Say ‘I love you’ to the person you love and kiss. Say ‘thank you’ to the stranger and smile. Everything on the other side of the sea is yours. Always has been. It is waiting right here, on the other shore of your soul.
Wishing. Longing. Desire. Lust and Greed. Possessiveness, despair and doubt. In our travels through life, we often want more. In this chase of the perceived better, we may lose the sense of ourselves.
You are your world.
Everything is yours. Say ‘I love you’ to the person you love and kiss. Say ‘thank you’ to the stranger and smile. Everything on the other side of the sea is yours. Always has been. It is waiting right here, on the other shore of your soul.
Wishing. Longing. Desire. Lust and Greed. Possessiveness, despair and doubt. In our travels through life, we often want more. In this chase of the perceived better, we may lose the sense of ourselves.
You are your world.
Everything is yours. Say ‘I love you’ to the person you love and kiss. Say ‘thank you’ to the stranger and smile. Everything on the other side of the sea is yours. Always has been. It is waiting right here, on the other shore of your soul.
Wishing. Longing. Desire. Lust and Greed. Possessiveness, despair and doubt. In our travels through life, we often want more. In this chase of the perceived better, we may lose the sense of ourselves.
You are your world.
Everything is yours. Say ‘I love you’ to the person you love and kiss. Say ‘thank you’ to the stranger and smile. Everything on the other side of the sea is yours. Always has been. It is waiting right here, on the other shore of your soul.
Wishing. Longing. Desire. Lust and Greed. Possessiveness, despair and doubt. In our travels through life, we often want more. In this chase of the perceived better, we may lose the sense of ourselves.
You are your world.
Everything is yours. Say ‘I love you’ to the person you love and kiss. Say ‘thank you’ to the stranger and smile. Everything on the other side of the sea is yours. Always has been. It is waiting right here, on the other shore of your soul.
Dream.
Longing.
Home.
The primal spasm of the soul that always yearns for the unspoken heaven.
Liberation. Deliverance.
Home.
Some part of you knows it is there.
When hope is lost, when you want to give up… reach for the primal spark of your soul.
There is a divine light in your heart.
Escape the shackles, escape the wheel.
Reach for the stars. Never lose hope. Some will say it’s a pipe dream; some will just laugh. You keep going until you come home.
Dream.
Longing.
Home.
The primal spasm of the soul that always yearns for the unspoken heaven.
Liberation. Deliverance.
Home.
Some part of you knows it is there.
When hope is lost, when you want to give up… reach for the primal spark of your soul.
There is a divine light in your heart.
Escape the shackles, escape the wheel.
Reach for the stars. Never lose hope. Some will say it’s a pipe dream; some will just laugh. You keep going until you come home.
Dream.
Longing.
Home.
The primal spasm of the soul that always yearns for the unspoken heaven.
Liberation. Deliverance.
Home.
Some part of you knows it is there.
When hope is lost, when you want to give up… reach for the primal spark of your soul.
There is a divine light in your heart.
Escape the shackles, escape the wheel.
Reach for the stars. Never lose hope. Some will say it’s a pipe dream; some will just laugh. You keep going until you come home.
Dream.
Longing.
Home.
The primal spasm of the soul that always yearns for the unspoken heaven.
Liberation. Deliverance.
Home.
Some part of you knows it is there.
When hope is lost, when you want to give up… reach for the primal spark of your soul.
There is a divine light in your heart.
Escape the shackles, escape the wheel.
Reach for the stars. Never lose hope. Some will say it’s a pipe dream; some will just laugh. You keep going until you come home.
Dream.
Longing.
Home.
The primal spasm of the soul that always yearns for the unspoken heaven.
Liberation. Deliverance.
Home.
Some part of you knows it is there.
When hope is lost, when you want to give up… reach for the primal spark of your soul.
There is a divine light in your heart.
Escape the shackles, escape the wheel.
Reach for the stars. Never lose hope. Some will say it’s a pipe dream; some will just laugh. You keep going until you come home.
Dream.
Longing.
Home.
The primal spasm of the soul that always yearns for the unspoken heaven.
Liberation. Deliverance.
Home.
Some part of you knows it is there.
When hope is lost, when you want to give up… reach for the primal spark of your soul.
There is a divine light in your heart.
Escape the shackles, escape the wheel.
Reach for the stars. Never lose hope. Some will say it’s a pipe dream; some will just laugh. You keep going until you come home.
Dream.
Longing.
Home.
The primal spasm of the soul that always yearns for the unspoken heaven.
Liberation. Deliverance.
Home.
Some part of you knows it is there.
When hope is lost, when you want to give up… reach for the primal spark of your soul.
There is a divine light in your heart.
Escape the shackles, escape the wheel.
Reach for the stars. Never lose hope. Some will say it’s a pipe dream; some will just laugh. You keep going until you come home.
Dream.
Longing.
Home.
The primal spasm of the soul that always yearns for the unspoken heaven.
Liberation. Deliverance.
Home.
Some part of you knows it is there.
When hope is lost, when you want to give up… reach for the primal spark of your soul.
There is a divine light in your heart.
Escape the shackles, escape the wheel.
Reach for the stars. Never lose hope. Some will say it’s a pipe dream; some will just laugh. You keep going until you come home.
Dream.
Longing.
Home.
The primal spasm of the soul that always yearns for the unspoken heaven.
Liberation. Deliverance.
Home.
Some part of you knows it is there.
When hope is lost, when you want to give up… reach for the primal spark of your soul.
There is a divine light in your heart.
Escape the shackles, escape the wheel.
Reach for the stars. Never lose hope. Some will say it’s a pipe dream; some will just laugh. You keep going until you come home.
Dream.
Longing.
Home.
The primal spasm of the soul that always yearns for the unspoken heaven.
Liberation. Deliverance.
Home.
Some part of you knows it is there.
When hope is lost, when you want to give up… reach for the primal spark of your soul.
There is a divine light in your heart.
Escape the shackles, escape the wheel.
Reach for the stars. Never lose hope. Some will say it’s a pipe dream; some will just laugh. You keep going until you come home.
Dream.
Longing.
Home.
The primal spasm of the soul that always yearns for the unspoken heaven.
Liberation. Deliverance.
Home.
Some part of you knows it is there.
When hope is lost, when you want to give up… reach for the primal spark of your soul.
There is a divine light in your heart.
Escape the shackles, escape the wheel.
Reach for the stars. Never lose hope. Some will say it’s a pipe dream; some will just laugh. You keep going until you come home.
Dream.
Longing.
Home.
The primal spasm of the soul that always yearns for the unspoken heaven.
Liberation. Deliverance.
Home.
Some part of you knows it is there.
When hope is lost, when you want to give up… reach for the primal spark of your soul.
There is a divine light in your heart.
Escape the shackles, escape the wheel.
Reach for the stars. Never lose hope. Some will say it’s a pipe dream; some will just laugh. You keep going until you come home.
Dream.
Longing.
Home.
The primal spasm of the soul that always yearns for the unspoken heaven.
Liberation. Deliverance.
Home.
Some part of you knows it is there.
When hope is lost, when you want to give up… reach for the primal spark of your soul.
There is a divine light in your heart.
Escape the shackles, escape the wheel.
Reach for the stars. Never lose hope. Some will say it’s a pipe dream; some will just laugh. You keep going until you come home.
Dream.
Longing.
Home.
The primal spasm of the soul that always yearns for the unspoken heaven.
Liberation. Deliverance.
Home.
Some part of you knows it is there.
When hope is lost, when you want to give up… reach for the primal spark of your soul.
There is a divine light in your heart.
Escape the shackles, escape the wheel.
Reach for the stars. Never lose hope. Some will say it’s a pipe dream; some will just laugh. You keep going until you come home.
Dream.
Longing.
Home.
The primal spasm of the soul that always yearns for the unspoken heaven.
Liberation. Deliverance.
Home.
Some part of you knows it is there.
When hope is lost, when you want to give up… reach for the primal spark of your soul.
There is a divine light in your heart.
Escape the shackles, escape the wheel.
Reach for the stars. Never lose hope. Some will say it’s a pipe dream; some will just laugh. You keep going until you come home.
Dream.
Longing.
Home.
The primal spasm of the soul that always yearns for the unspoken heaven.
Liberation. Deliverance.
Home.
Some part of you knows it is there.
When hope is lost, when you want to give up… reach for the primal spark of your soul.
There is a divine light in your heart.
Escape the shackles, escape the wheel.
Reach for the stars. Never lose hope. Some will say it’s a pipe dream; some will just laugh. You keep going until you come home.
Cold, windy November nights out on vast Yorkshire scars are uncompromising. Few dare to face the stern elements, yet that evening it saw an artist venturing out into the void.
Weary after a day on foot, it was dark as I was heading back to my car. I wasn’t far from the shore, but the terrain remained treacherous, dotted with waterlogged hollows waiting for the incautious traveller.
I stopped to assess my next move… and realised just how alone I was. I haven’t seen anyone for hours. I had no phone reception. The recessed rumble of the sea in the distance was setting an ambience of estrangement.
Moments like this bring clarity to mind. Awareness. Peace. And hunger. I haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day.
Cold, windy November nights out on vast Yorkshire scars are uncompromising. Few dare to face the stern elements, yet that evening it saw an artist venturing out into the void.
Weary after a day on foot, it was dark as I was heading back to my car. I wasn’t far from the shore, but the terrain remained treacherous, dotted with waterlogged hollows waiting for the incautious traveller.
I stopped to assess my next move… and realised just how alone I was. I haven’t seen anyone for hours. I had no phone reception. The recessed rumble of the sea in the distance was setting an ambience of estrangement.
Moments like this bring clarity to mind. Awareness. Peace. And hunger. I haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day.
Cold, windy November nights out on vast Yorkshire scars are uncompromising. Few dare to face the stern elements, yet that evening it saw an artist venturing out into the void.
Weary after a day on foot, it was dark as I was heading back to my car. I wasn’t far from the shore, but the terrain remained treacherous, dotted with waterlogged hollows waiting for the incautious traveller.
I stopped to assess my next move… and realised just how alone I was. I haven’t seen anyone for hours. I had no phone reception. The recessed rumble of the sea in the distance was setting an ambience of estrangement.
Moments like this bring clarity to mind. Awareness. Peace. And hunger. I haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day.
Cold, windy November nights out on vast Yorkshire scars are uncompromising. Few dare to face the stern elements, yet that evening it saw an artist venturing out into the void.
Weary after a day on foot, it was dark as I was heading back to my car. I wasn’t far from the shore, but the terrain remained treacherous, dotted with waterlogged hollows waiting for the incautious traveller.
I stopped to assess my next move… and realised just how alone I was. I haven’t seen anyone for hours. I had no phone reception. The recessed rumble of the sea in the distance was setting an ambience of estrangement.
Moments like this bring clarity to mind. Awareness. Peace. And hunger. I haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day.
Cold, windy November nights out on vast Yorkshire scars are uncompromising. Few dare to face the stern elements, yet that evening it saw an artist venturing out into the void.
Weary after a day on foot, it was dark as I was heading back to my car. I wasn’t far from the shore, but the terrain remained treacherous, dotted with waterlogged hollows waiting for the incautious traveller.
I stopped to assess my next move… and realised just how alone I was. I haven’t seen anyone for hours. I had no phone reception. The recessed rumble of the sea in the distance was setting an ambience of estrangement.
Moments like this bring clarity to mind. Awareness. Peace. And hunger. I haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day.
Cold, windy November nights out on vast Yorkshire scars are uncompromising. Few dare to face the stern elements, yet that evening it saw an artist venturing out into the void.
Weary after a day on foot, it was dark as I was heading back to my car. I wasn’t far from the shore, but the terrain remained treacherous, dotted with waterlogged hollows waiting for the incautious traveller.
I stopped to assess my next move… and realised just how alone I was. I haven’t seen anyone for hours. I had no phone reception. The recessed rumble of the sea in the distance was setting an ambience of estrangement.
Moments like this bring clarity to mind. Awareness. Peace. And hunger. I haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day.
Cold, windy November nights out on vast Yorkshire scars are uncompromising. Few dare to face the stern elements, yet that evening it saw an artist venturing out into the void.
Weary after a day on foot, it was dark as I was heading back to my car. I wasn’t far from the shore, but the terrain remained treacherous, dotted with waterlogged hollows waiting for the incautious traveller.
I stopped to assess my next move… and realised just how alone I was. I haven’t seen anyone for hours. I had no phone reception. The recessed rumble of the sea in the distance was setting an ambience of estrangement.
Moments like this bring clarity to mind. Awareness. Peace. And hunger. I haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day.
Cold, windy November nights out on vast Yorkshire scars are uncompromising. Few dare to face the stern elements, yet that evening it saw an artist venturing out into the void.
Weary after a day on foot, it was dark as I was heading back to my car. I wasn’t far from the shore, but the terrain remained treacherous, dotted with waterlogged hollows waiting for the incautious traveller.
I stopped to assess my next move… and realised just how alone I was. I haven’t seen anyone for hours. I had no phone reception. The recessed rumble of the sea in the distance was setting an ambience of estrangement.
Moments like this bring clarity to mind. Awareness. Peace. And hunger. I haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day.
Cold, windy November nights out on vast Yorkshire scars are uncompromising. Few dare to face the stern elements, yet that evening it saw an artist venturing out into the void.
Weary after a day on foot, it was dark as I was heading back to my car. I wasn’t far from the shore, but the terrain remained treacherous, dotted with waterlogged hollows waiting for the incautious traveller.
I stopped to assess my next move… and realised just how alone I was. I haven’t seen anyone for hours. I had no phone reception. The recessed rumble of the sea in the distance was setting an ambience of estrangement.
Moments like this bring clarity to mind. Awareness. Peace. And hunger. I haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day.
Cold, windy November nights out on vast Yorkshire scars are uncompromising. Few dare to face the stern elements, yet that evening it saw an artist venturing out into the void.
Weary after a day on foot, it was dark as I was heading back to my car. I wasn’t far from the shore, but the terrain remained treacherous, dotted with waterlogged hollows waiting for the incautious traveller.
I stopped to assess my next move… and realised just how alone I was. I haven’t seen anyone for hours. I had no phone reception. The recessed rumble of the sea in the distance was setting an ambience of estrangement.
Moments like this bring clarity to mind. Awareness. Peace. And hunger. I haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day.
Cold, windy November nights out on vast Yorkshire scars are uncompromising. Few dare to face the stern elements, yet that evening it saw an artist venturing out into the void.
Weary after a day on foot, it was dark as I was heading back to my car. I wasn’t far from the shore, but the terrain remained treacherous, dotted with waterlogged hollows waiting for the incautious traveller.
I stopped to assess my next move… and realised just how alone I was. I haven’t seen anyone for hours. I had no phone reception. The recessed rumble of the sea in the distance was setting an ambience of estrangement.
Moments like this bring clarity to mind. Awareness. Peace. And hunger. I haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day.
Cold, windy November nights out on vast Yorkshire scars are uncompromising. Few dare to face the stern elements, yet that evening it saw an artist venturing out into the void.
Weary after a day on foot, it was dark as I was heading back to my car. I wasn’t far from the shore, but the terrain remained treacherous, dotted with waterlogged hollows waiting for the incautious traveller.
I stopped to assess my next move… and realised just how alone I was. I haven’t seen anyone for hours. I had no phone reception. The recessed rumble of the sea in the distance was setting an ambience of estrangement.
Moments like this bring clarity to mind. Awareness. Peace. And hunger. I haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day.
Cold, windy November nights out on vast Yorkshire scars are uncompromising. Few dare to face the stern elements, yet that evening it saw an artist venturing out into the void.
Weary after a day on foot, it was dark as I was heading back to my car. I wasn’t far from the shore, but the terrain remained treacherous, dotted with waterlogged hollows waiting for the incautious traveller.
I stopped to assess my next move… and realised just how alone I was. I haven’t seen anyone for hours. I had no phone reception. The recessed rumble of the sea in the distance was setting an ambience of estrangement.
Moments like this bring clarity to mind. Awareness. Peace. And hunger. I haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day.
Cold, windy November nights out on vast Yorkshire scars are uncompromising. Few dare to face the stern elements, yet that evening it saw an artist venturing out into the void.
Weary after a day on foot, it was dark as I was heading back to my car. I wasn’t far from the shore, but the terrain remained treacherous, dotted with waterlogged hollows waiting for the incautious traveller.
I stopped to assess my next move… and realised just how alone I was. I haven’t seen anyone for hours. I had no phone reception. The recessed rumble of the sea in the distance was setting an ambience of estrangement.
Moments like this bring clarity to mind. Awareness. Peace. And hunger. I haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day.
Cold, windy November nights out on vast Yorkshire scars are uncompromising. Few dare to face the stern elements, yet that evening it saw an artist venturing out into the void.
Weary after a day on foot, it was dark as I was heading back to my car. I wasn’t far from the shore, but the terrain remained treacherous, dotted with waterlogged hollows waiting for the incautious traveller.
I stopped to assess my next move… and realised just how alone I was. I haven’t seen anyone for hours. I had no phone reception. The recessed rumble of the sea in the distance was setting an ambience of estrangement.
Moments like this bring clarity to mind. Awareness. Peace. And hunger. I haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day.
Cold, windy November nights out on vast Yorkshire scars are uncompromising. Few dare to face the stern elements, yet that evening it saw an artist venturing out into the void.
Weary after a day on foot, it was dark as I was heading back to my car. I wasn’t far from the shore, but the terrain remained treacherous, dotted with waterlogged hollows waiting for the incautious traveller.
I stopped to assess my next move… and realised just how alone I was. I haven’t seen anyone for hours. I had no phone reception. The recessed rumble of the sea in the distance was setting an ambience of estrangement.
Moments like this bring clarity to mind. Awareness. Peace. And hunger. I haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day.
Sea is magical. For centuries, literature and visual arts elevated oceans to the role of arbiter of fate, a religious symbol and a backdrop of heroic tales.
Standing atop a cliff, I felt the weight of history on my shoulders. Not a hero, but a person wrapped in worry about the world we live in.
I struggled to let my soul free, and be one with the vastness of the elements below and their timeless freedom.
Waves know no borders, sea knows no fear nor prejudice, oceans give life to us all.
Leave the shackles of worry. Be sea. Be free.
Sea is magical. For centuries, literature and visual arts elevated oceans to the role of arbiter of fate, a religious symbol and a backdrop of heroic tales.
Standing atop a cliff, I felt the weight of history on my shoulders. Not a hero, but a person wrapped in worry about the world we live in.
I struggled to let my soul free, and be one with the vastness of the elements below and their timeless freedom.
Waves know no borders, sea knows no fear nor prejudice, oceans give life to us all.
Leave the shackles of worry. Be sea. Be free.
Sea is magical. For centuries, literature and visual arts elevated oceans to the role of arbiter of fate, a religious symbol and a backdrop of heroic tales.
Standing atop a cliff, I felt the weight of history on my shoulders. Not a hero, but a person wrapped in worry about the world we live in.
I struggled to let my soul free, and be one with the vastness of the elements below and their timeless freedom.
Waves know no borders, sea knows no fear nor prejudice, oceans give life to us all.
Leave the shackles of worry. Be sea. Be free.
Sea is magical. For centuries, literature and visual arts elevated oceans to the role of arbiter of fate, a religious symbol and a backdrop of heroic tales.
Standing atop a cliff, I felt the weight of history on my shoulders. Not a hero, but a person wrapped in worry about the world we live in.
I struggled to let my soul free, and be one with the vastness of the elements below and their timeless freedom.
Waves know no borders, sea knows no fear nor prejudice, oceans give life to us all.
Leave the shackles of worry. Be sea. Be free.
Sea is magical. For centuries, literature and visual arts elevated oceans to the role of arbiter of fate, a religious symbol and a backdrop of heroic tales.
Standing atop a cliff, I felt the weight of history on my shoulders. Not a hero, but a person wrapped in worry about the world we live in.
I struggled to let my soul free, and be one with the vastness of the elements below and their timeless freedom.
Waves know no borders, sea knows no fear nor prejudice, oceans give life to us all.
Leave the shackles of worry. Be sea. Be free.
Sea is magical. For centuries, literature and visual arts elevated oceans to the role of arbiter of fate, a religious symbol and a backdrop of heroic tales.
Standing atop a cliff, I felt the weight of history on my shoulders. Not a hero, but a person wrapped in worry about the world we live in.
I struggled to let my soul free, and be one with the vastness of the elements below and their timeless freedom.
Waves know no borders, sea knows no fear nor prejudice, oceans give life to us all.
Leave the shackles of worry. Be sea. Be free.
Sea is magical. For centuries, literature and visual arts elevated oceans to the role of arbiter of fate, a religious symbol and a backdrop of heroic tales.
Standing atop a cliff, I felt the weight of history on my shoulders. Not a hero, but a person wrapped in worry about the world we live in.
I struggled to let my soul free, and be one with the vastness of the elements below and their timeless freedom.
Waves know no borders, sea knows no fear nor prejudice, oceans give life to us all.
Leave the shackles of worry. Be sea. Be free.
Sea is magical. For centuries, literature and visual arts elevated oceans to the role of arbiter of fate, a religious symbol and a backdrop of heroic tales.
Standing atop a cliff, I felt the weight of history on my shoulders. Not a hero, but a person wrapped in worry about the world we live in.
I struggled to let my soul free, and be one with the vastness of the elements below and their timeless freedom.
Waves know no borders, sea knows no fear nor prejudice, oceans give life to us all.
Leave the shackles of worry. Be sea. Be free.
Sea is magical. For centuries, literature and visual arts elevated oceans to the role of arbiter of fate, a religious symbol and a backdrop of heroic tales.
Standing atop a cliff, I felt the weight of history on my shoulders. Not a hero, but a person wrapped in worry about the world we live in.
I struggled to let my soul free, and be one with the vastness of the elements below and their timeless freedom.
Waves know no borders, sea knows no fear nor prejudice, oceans give life to us all.
Leave the shackles of worry. Be sea. Be free.
Sea is magical. For centuries, literature and visual arts elevated oceans to the role of arbiter of fate, a religious symbol and a backdrop of heroic tales.
Standing atop a cliff, I felt the weight of history on my shoulders. Not a hero, but a person wrapped in worry about the world we live in.
I struggled to let my soul free, and be one with the vastness of the elements below and their timeless freedom.
Waves know no borders, sea knows no fear nor prejudice, oceans give life to us all.
Leave the shackles of worry. Be sea. Be free.
Sea is magical. For centuries, literature and visual arts elevated oceans to the role of arbiter of fate, a religious symbol and a backdrop of heroic tales.
Standing atop a cliff, I felt the weight of history on my shoulders. Not a hero, but a person wrapped in worry about the world we live in.
I struggled to let my soul free, and be one with the vastness of the elements below and their timeless freedom.
Waves know no borders, sea knows no fear nor prejudice, oceans give life to us all.
Leave the shackles of worry. Be sea. Be free.
Sea is magical. For centuries, literature and visual arts elevated oceans to the role of arbiter of fate, a religious symbol and a backdrop of heroic tales.
Standing atop a cliff, I felt the weight of history on my shoulders. Not a hero, but a person wrapped in worry about the world we live in.
I struggled to let my soul free, and be one with the vastness of the elements below and their timeless freedom.
Waves know no borders, sea knows no fear nor prejudice, oceans give life to us all.
Leave the shackles of worry. Be sea. Be free.
Sea is magical. For centuries, literature and visual arts elevated oceans to the role of arbiter of fate, a religious symbol and a backdrop of heroic tales.
Standing atop a cliff, I felt the weight of history on my shoulders. Not a hero, but a person wrapped in worry about the world we live in.
I struggled to let my soul free, and be one with the vastness of the elements below and their timeless freedom.
Waves know no borders, sea knows no fear nor prejudice, oceans give life to us all.
Leave the shackles of worry. Be sea. Be free.
Sea is magical. For centuries, literature and visual arts elevated oceans to the role of arbiter of fate, a religious symbol and a backdrop of heroic tales.
Standing atop a cliff, I felt the weight of history on my shoulders. Not a hero, but a person wrapped in worry about the world we live in.
I struggled to let my soul free, and be one with the vastness of the elements below and their timeless freedom.
Waves know no borders, sea knows no fear nor prejudice, oceans give life to us all.
Leave the shackles of worry. Be sea. Be free.
Sea is magical. For centuries, literature and visual arts elevated oceans to the role of arbiter of fate, a religious symbol and a backdrop of heroic tales.
Standing atop a cliff, I felt the weight of history on my shoulders. Not a hero, but a person wrapped in worry about the world we live in.
I struggled to let my soul free, and be one with the vastness of the elements below and their timeless freedom.
Waves know no borders, sea knows no fear nor prejudice, oceans give life to us all.
Leave the shackles of worry. Be sea. Be free.
Sea is magical. For centuries, literature and visual arts elevated oceans to the role of arbiter of fate, a religious symbol and a backdrop of heroic tales.
Standing atop a cliff, I felt the weight of history on my shoulders. Not a hero, but a person wrapped in worry about the world we live in.
I struggled to let my soul free, and be one with the vastness of the elements below and their timeless freedom.
Waves know no borders, sea knows no fear nor prejudice, oceans give life to us all.
Leave the shackles of worry. Be sea. Be free.
