(This photo was take by me in Dry Tortugas National Park, July 2005)


Along the shore I walked, sinking and rising in momentary quick sands of ocean and grain. Not a sound was heard but rhythmic movement, just water rushed by the eternal tide. This magic place where gulls and fish and shells and land, find clouds and sky, meeting time and light.

I began to wonder how far I had come and how much more should I go. My footprints vanish behind me leaving no trace that I had passed. So should I go on forever and try to make them last? How will anyone ever know I was here? How will I know I was here when the ocean steadfastly scrubs away the past. I ponder these questions while settling in the sand, finding no journey as long as mine now. I have no trace of prints of future or past. While I sit and vanish I realize I had already been gone and this life was just that with no trace in the sand.