Managed to get away for a drive out to Cape Foulwind this afternoon. Perhaps the seeing it through Lynlee’s eyes dragged the land and seascape into a fresh focus.
The pounding waves, spumes and torrents smashing onto the black granite and thick creamy foam all taken in with the sun in our eyes..
West Coast New Zealand.
I am thinking of how long we have been here, how long this has been out place to stand, alone, together and as a family. It was a day for remembering a beautiful time. Appreciation.
It makes a poignant counterbalance for the projections forward to a new place, into uncertainty or a return to something familiar replete with it’s own stories and connections.
Is it time passed which lends meaning to history. It certainly reads as richness, complexity and depth.