Looking south to the end of the world. Our ship had left the Falkland Islands a few hours earlier on its way to Argentina. It was sunset and cold and beautiful in the way that comes from the starkness of being alone in the great vastness of sea and sky no matter how many others are with you.
The ship, its guests, and crew ceased to exist for me as I looked over the edge of the world.
For as acutely as I felt how small one human is on the planet I was equally exquisitely aware that we are all small, and we all belong here.
14 comments:
wow.
Such a great picture, and your prose is spot-on!
Thanks for sharing this, cousin.
Thanks, df Bag Lady. It was my pleasure. This is one of my favourite sights.
I'll bet it's also one of your favourite sighs. It sure evoked one in me. Thanks for sharing this beauty of a post.
You got that right, Hilary. You're welcome.
Wonderful! You need to frame that and hang it on your wall. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks, Reb. Glad you liked it.
Yes, how small we are in this big picture! Thanks for sharing!
My pleasure, Redbush.
Wow, such a beautiful picture -- really makes one reflect on the preciousness of our world and of our lives.
df Leah,
A remarkable picture and remarkable thoughts to go with it.
Terrie
That's the sort of picture that makes a person philosophical.
Mankind is a small part of the whole - but how often we forget that.
Thomma Lynn, thank you. Wide open spaces make me think.
df Terrie, thank you so much.
Dawn, places such as this serve to remind us where we fit in.
Wow, deep thoughts! I'd be going: hmm... this is so pretty... nice evening... say, is it dinner time yet?
Thanks, Crabby.
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