a place i go to leave is a look is about having an encounter that opens you. In the generous light of a summer’s eve, in the company of strangers, drawn to the shore, curiously aware of lines uncrossed. Bottle caps and sandy towels are left to tell of time spent otherwise. There is a quiet power in these lingering days, uncovering the untamed. Still on its surface, wildly heartening below. These cavernous-kind of days are few. The call is unspoken and fleeting. Only the watchful and foolish respond.
a place i go to leave is a look is about having an encounter that opens you. In the generous light of a summer’s eve, in the company of strangers, drawn to the shore, curiously aware of lines uncrossed. Bottle caps and sandy towels are left to tell of time spent otherwise. There is a quiet power in these lingering days, uncovering the untamed. Still on its surface, wildly heartening below. These cavernous-kind of days are few. The call is unspoken and fleeting. Only the watchful and foolish respond.