Lanzarotes first Winter Waves
This picture is taken early in the morning down the street where I live. During the night we could hear the waves getting bigger and in the morning when I woke up the bay of La Santa was looking like it had snowed. The white water of the breaking waves covered the whole bay.
…while one might, I suppose, wish for a bloom to remain in blossom, for a ripening grape to hang always on the vine – yearnings John Keats made his own, for fleeting beauty and youth, the understandably hopeless hope that we might freeze our world’s better moments – the wave’s plenitude is rather in the peeling of the petal, the very motion of the falling fruit.
Daniel Duan, from “Caught Inside: A Surfer’s Year on the California Coast”