At the edge of the worldAt the edge of the world she is standing there, watching out for us, leading us, telling us where it's safe and where it isn't - well, as far as you can be "safe" on the sea. Out there, the Atlantic, and even with the best boat, there is no land for many many days.
When I am standing there, at the end of the world, I can't help but think about the many men and women that, over the years, have crossed the ocean, also in the days when there was very very little chance of ever coming back - also in the days when you didn't know what kind of life that waited on the other side, but you knew that whatever it was, it couldn't be worse - and then my thoughts wander to those who did want to go but were captured, tied down and shipped over like cattle.
If the ocean could speak, what stories would it tell.
I also can't stop staring out over the waters, hoping and thinking that one day I will spot a shark. I know I won't but I can't stop hoping, those animals have fascinated me since I was a kid.
Taken in Finistere, Bretagne (Britanny) on a May day. I am especially happy about the wave breaking and the lines that this creates.
The hazy skies are contributing to the atmosphere.
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