Text by Charles S. Pinzino
Photography by F. Lee Cornelison
You see the silvery surface of the sea sun-plated imperfectly, the dark trough of a wave curling near shore, whitecaps sudsing over half-submerged stones, a pale strand of clouds strung across the throat of the sky. Centering, you see the minuscule sail of a solitary ship sailing on the silvery surface of the sea, your soul awash the immense mystery of being here.