I remember exactly when this picture was taken. I was offshore of Crystal River, FL in the Gulf sitting in my much trusted kayak. I was at the perfect place. I felt/knew Mom was going to put on quite a show that night so I got into a spot I thought would be the perfect… ‘spot’. I grabbed the real camera out of the day hatch, cleaned up the lens and made sure the battery was good. I tethered the paddle and threw it overboard so it couldn’t possibly muck anything up.
I knew when I had taken it, that it was at least my version, my vision of perfection! I was so happy knowing I nailed it I was giddy getting home that night to see it on a larger screen.
That paddle happened to be one of my last long offshore trips. Had I known then what she had in store for all I’ve ever known, I’d have probably just kept going chasing her and stopping permanently someplace just short of somewhere.
My desire to be back out there seeing Nature, living life on the edge is greater than anything I know of!
It kinda needs to happen again… and soon.

Possibly one of more than a few edits. Yeah, this post means much to me and it cuts pretty deep. “If you aren’t on the edge, you’re taking up too much space”. Edge? What edge? That must change!