The Sea #1 is a photograph by Sharon Mau which was uploaded on May 24th, 2013.
The Sea #1
The Sea
Pā'ako Beach
Mākena Maui Hawai'i
S h a r o n M a u | p h o t o g r a p h y + d e s i g n
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by Sharon Mau
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The Sea #1
Artist
Sharon Mau
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The Sea
Pā'ako Beach
Mākena Maui Hawai'i
S h a r o n M a u | p h o t o g r a p h y + d e s i g n
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May 24th, 2013
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Comments (12)
Byron Varvarigos
Perfect capture of the breaking surf moment, beautiful composition, magnificent moody image! vf
Sharon Mau
The pull is so strong we will not believe the drawing tide is meant for us, I mean the gift, the sea, the place where all the rivers meet. Easy to forget, how the great receiving depth untamed by what we need needs only what will flow its way. Easy to feel so far away and the body so old it might not even stand the touch. But what would that be like feeling the tide rise out of the numbness inside toward the place to which we go washing over our worries of money, the illusion of being ahead, the grief of being behind, our limbs young rising from such a depth? What would that be like even in this century driving toward work with the others, moving down the roads among the thousands swimming upstream, as if growing toward arrival, feeling the currents of the great desire, carrying time toward tomorrow? Tomorrow seen today, for itself, the sea where all the rivers meet, unbound, unbroken for a thousand miles, the surface of a great silence, the movement of a moment left completely to itself, to find ourselves adrift, safe in our unknowing, our very own, our great tide, our great receiving, our wordless, fiery, unspoken, hardly remembered, gift of true longing - David Whyte