Mighty ocean waves crash forward
with rhythmic predictability,
and hefty winds howl with disregard.
In defiance, we put up thin wooden fences
to hold blowing sand grains in place and
erect stilt houses to outsmart surging tides.
While these powerful forces threaten to overtake us,
we tenderly embrace our fragile existence and hope
that we and this place can grow old together,
with gurgling tidal currents and
dancing sea foam at our feet.
(All photographs in this post are mine. Please do not use them without my permission.)