Language of Water I

I find that I just cannot walk along the seashore without taking out my phone and 

trying to capture the many moods of water.

It’s like a language of its own. A landscape of emotions that seem incredibly transient that it’s really tough to capture. Water moves with speed. Waves crash, crests dissipate into bubbles of swash. Sand ripples are obscured or uncovered. It’s an intensely mindful process, just watching this unfold through the lens. 

As a human being, I feel things rather intensely. This fleeting transience that I find on the waves of the Arabian Sea, make me wish that I didn’t hold onto emotions for as long as I do, and as I edited these photos, I realised that it’s not the mood that is transient, water just flows in different ways, over the same terrain. Sometimes intensified by the wind and sometimes softened by it, sometimes the ripples cross and create lines, sometimes not. 

The sand ripples are also not constant. Waves take sand back into the sea without their backward pull. They bring more back with each incoming wave. It’s all changing, but ever so slightly. Almost like our feelings that keep shifting according to the day. Always something there, not quite visible, yet uncovered like the receding waters of every wave. Changing with encounters with others, or alone. Nature reflects one’s state of being and is a great sense of solace for me 

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