B&W PHOTOGRAPHY AND ART CONTEST - Sea Tale ⛵

The sea is another world, filled with its own vibrations. Sometimes stormy, sometimes calm, but always loving, giving life, peace and harmony. We touch the sea, we live in it, we breathe through it. And the harmony hidden in the small grain of sand, the shell and the sun path is now part of us! The seashore brought us together and separated us, and the breeze blew feathers and air kisses. The waves painstakingly collected tears and rain and returned them sometimes with a gentle breath, sometimes angrily, roughly to the seashore.

And now in the sunken bay she took off her dress. He poured ice water over his naked, numb body. Seen from the rocks, her silhouette - eastern, thin, with outstretched arms, directed forward, is like a hieroglyph. The sea awaits her, her first love craves her kisses. Sea in abundance. It is worth catching the noise of the waves, the eager tide, the awakening of the sounds that give birth to life by the harbor... The sea will feed me illusions, without illusions I am even more blind.

The boy jumped from rock to rock, stopping now and then to look at the sea, staring at the boundless expanse, with some vague longing for himself. He loved the sea, he had grown up near it, and year by year his feeling of attachment grew more and more. At the sight of this blue-green, mysteriously large water, rapture and awe arose in his soul... The old man slowly got out of the car, still slowly took a deep breath, and the next moment his eyes sunk into the sapphire blue sea that spread out in front of him . The sight intoxicated him. Again, for the umpteenth time, he was enchanted by the grandeur of this natural beauty.

I watched as the waves so varied small, huge, furious and graceful came in droves. They breathed in their freedom, longingly spilled over the shore and embraced him with the white foam of their love. But their freedom and love existed only for a moment, a moment before they turned back... I looked at the sea. I've seen him a thousand times when he's content and sprawling, when he's in love and hugging the shore and angry when he's angry at the storm, but I saw him sadly for the first time... It was sadder than me.

The storm was raging like mad. After the heavy black night, the city had shrunk dejectedly into the wet embrace of the rainy day. The wind violently whipped the dunes and grabbed handfuls of sea sand, blinding the eyes of the only person who dared to go out to meet it.

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