Pursuing ways to achieve dirty feet and a happy soul.
This summer I've roamed the mid-Cape and a bit of the lower-Cape in search of sunrises and scenes. Recently, I found myself at Breakwater Beach in Brewster, at almost dead-low tide, with the sun almost visible.
As I spied some boats, listing on their sides in the sand, and with no more than a few inches of water covering the beach for a hundred yards out or more, I realized I was afforded the chance to photograph without being stuck fully on dry ground.
I lined up and took my pictures, and lost myself in the moment. But one really cool aspect was watching the sun break free from the horizon while I was ankle-deep in the salt water. Feeling the sand between my toes, smelling the ocean as it gently surrounded me, and splashing slightly as I moved from one position to another, my time felt somehow better spent; more experiential, I guess, from immersing myself in more than just one sense.
A stillness can pervade sunrises. But not at the ocean. It creates a perpetual motion all its own. This will inevitably force you to acquiesce; to bow to its unyielding rhythm, until you loosen your grip on your modern-day stress.
As the summer season and these opportunities wind down, this morning became a highlight I'll recall during the colder months to come.