Every day, rain or shine, there's a lovely peaceful walk I do that makes a rough loop through lower Gibsons. There are many distractions along the way and it's rarely that I don't stop and pick up a stone or shell from the beach, or take a quick photo. I have decided that it's some sort of human flaw, like greed. Or maybe it's an attempt to stall the inevitable impermanence of things. As if there might not be another day tomorrow. But you see, it's different every time. Just like the waves: I can watch them and watch them and watch them break upon the rocks or on the beach and it's hard to tear myself away. What did people do before cameras? Sketch the scene? A quick water-colour?
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