LANDSCAPE/SEASCAPE PHOTOGRAPHY - Sea Tale

The blue sea waves carrying the children to the shore. Golden sand, seashells, rocks, pebbles, fish, starfish catching the eyes of young and old. Along the seagulls breaking the silence. Ah, sea, how I love you and all your beauties! Meadows and flowers, wind carrying a mountain scent. Butterflies, bees flying from flower to flower. The beautiful greenery the stretching herbs made people happy. The clear blue sky and the sun, lit up the glades!

The waves came and went, and the people - for them it was a sea tale. The blue breeze caressed my hair so much that I wanted to stay on the shore forever. I listened to the voice of the sea and somehow imperceptibly, it began to tell me a tale.

It was September. Little by little, my beach began to empty. The children's laughter was gone, the sand castles were gone because the waves had swallowed them. Gone was the crowd that took pictures of my beautiful rocks every day. Only one little boy was sad for me. He missed my salt water, the sticky sand, the sunny morning and even the chirping seagulls. It came every day to remind me of everything that was slowly melting away with the last strong rays of the sun. But it was time for school and the boy returned to class. There he told his friends about his summer adventures. He was talking about me - the sea he loves. But no one listened to him. He painted sea sunrises and sunsets, but there was no one to appreciate them.

One day the boy sneaked out of school and went back to the beach to talk. He swam in to stroke the silky foam one more time and somehow imperceptibly went deeper and deeper... Before he was completely gone, a dolphin caught him by the legs and pushed him into the shallows. Save the boy from me. The two met and became friends. Every day they met on the rocks and enjoyed the time they spent together. They had their own language. But the weather grew colder and colder and harder for the boy to come every day. At the end of the month they said goodbye and promised to see each other when the winter was over.

The days were difficult for the child. He had no one to tell about the dolphin because they would laugh at him and make fun of him. He waited and counted the days until the next meeting. At the beginning of spring, with the first rays of the sun, the boy was again on my shore. With his eyes fixed on the blue expanse, he was looking for his friend, who was not there for some reason. So many days passed. The boy did not miss a single appointment, but the dolphin did not appear to her like that. Perhaps he had sailed away? Perhaps he was caught in a fishing net? Perhaps he had fallen prey to man? But the boy did not give up loving the sea because of this.

The boy grew up, became a man. A man with a cause. He worked tirelessly on the protection of the Black Sea and all living things in it. He became a good man and people now listened to everything he said. After all, the story with the dolphin turned out to be the beginning of his fairy tale. A good tale, a beautiful tale, a noble tale.

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