It is cold, and the beaches are empty,
yours, the only soul standing, seeing
the primeval beauty still, sparkling,
still before the coming storm,
a lonely beauty shimmering
with each rising breaker.
And yes, the water is frigid,
leaving a sheen of ice on the rock,
yet you are warm, knowing
that it is in such moments,
alone and quiet,
that God speaks,
and so you stand,
The pictures were taken Sunday, on the beaches of Newport, Rhode Island. I grew up in the south, where our beaches were broad, sandy, flat and except in storms... quiet. This was my first trip to the New England shore, with it's rocky coastline and water that breaks and dances constantly in the light. There is a life to the water there that I fell instantly in love with, so I will be making the drive again, you can be sure. You can click on the images for a larger version.