I made my way to the shore around 7am on Sunday morning to witness the sun's rising. the suns was due to appear at around 7:13am, and I did not want to miss one single second of dawn breaking in on Easter morning.
I needed to see it's coming...night pushing up the day.
so, there was I was at 7am sitting in the dark waiting.
two hours later, I found myself still waiting on one of the galveston jetties that has become a sanctuary for me over the past couple of years. it's my jetty. every visit to galveston I always seem to make my way to that specific one. the granite rocks that compose it hold many of my tears, fears, secrets, hopes and prayers. it is the place I come to
dwell in mystery
while waiting, I decided to explore the rocks that had been thrown into formation to protect and connect. within seconds I was creating art with my camera, in total awe of the raw beauty, unique patterns and markings of each of the rocks I came across.
the fog never truly lifted and the sunlight never really made its way to those of us hoping to bask in it's fullness.
it did rise and the light softly filtered through the fog enough for beauty to find me, speak to me and trust my cameras and me for awhile.
When we approach with reverence, great things decide to approach us. Our real life comes to the surface and its light awakens the concealed beauty in things. When we walk on the earth with reverence, beauty will decide to trust us.
John O'Donohue, Beauty: The Invisible Embrace
Lanecia A. Rouse Tinsley