Sunday, February 23, 2014
What's missing from this golden barreling tube breaking swell with an offshore blowing towering ocean mist behind high and to the rear, is Self.
Hard to say that in other empty landscapes, unless certain tones and spatial relations are present, creating an inight into, Self.
There is nothing like having a passionate obsession with something. Guess I should feel lucky music happened to add delight for this vacation.