where ocean & continent meet
Bodies of water have always fascinated me, but lately I’ve come to realize that it isn’t just the expanse of an ocean or the potential of a river that has me mesmerized. I also love coasts or shores; any border between land and water. I love them because they’re seemingly so solid, yet in reality, so fuzzy. It’s a border that moves everyday and over the eons; and the one between land and water is a relationship that takes and gives.
So when I was asked what I wanted for my birthday, I said: “I want to see the ocean”. And I did. I saw the mighty Atlantic crash into vast Africa, tirelessly, as it has for much, much longer than we have existed. It’s a good way to spend a birthday, by the way – it makes the whole idea of a year or 31 seem like… not nothing, but definitely nothing to worry about.
I wasn’t the only one spending an evening by the coast outside Rabat.
Nor was I the only one trying to capture a glimpse of it.
As the sun set, the gulls took off to find a place to sleep… The humans soon followed their lead.
The road to Rabat.
About a week later, we returned for another hang-out by/with the ocean. I have a feeling there will be many more.
Rocks shaped by water.
The unceasing heaving of the sea.
I guess I make a 30-minute drive out to the coast sound like something much more when I gave this post that title, but I just couldn’t help myself – just as I can’t help experiencing something inexplicably vast in both time and space when I stare at the ocean. I hope my photos managed to convey a taste of that.