Hi y’all. On our beach vaca, I was reminded of something. The water seriously wigs me out. All it took was a little swipe of a fishy tail on my legs and I was scootin’ across the surface like a junebug.
You see him down there? Yeah. That was before he spazzed out and tried to get away from me…or maybe it was the other way around? I dunno. Still.
Oh, I can swim and I can snorkel for a little – or at least as long as the adrenaline keeps my arms and legs flailing about and then I have to go in. Or fish bump into me.
Jaws really did a number on my psyche! C’mon, you know what I’m talking about, right? Right?!?
So why did we come to the beach?!? Good question!
Well, to combat this unreasonableness I looked at the work of a long ago acquaintance, Wayne Levin. I knew him through my photography teacher at the San Francisco Art Institute. Breathtaking work. And way more peaceful than what I imagine when I’m swimming in open water. Not to mention, he’s way better under water photographer than I am, too!
Serene, isn’t it? Even when you know those waves are actually crashing above. Wayne certainly captures his love of the sea in these and it makes me dreamy all over again.
photo credit: Wayne Levin