West palm beach — I miss the sea like wild horses miss the fields that used to be. I remember the way I felt standing on the patio at the Breakers Hotel. It was freedom, and belief. Belief in myself, and everything I dared to dream I might someday do. It’s a powerful thing, the ocean. It can knock you on your ass, or it can sooth your heartbreak. I was named after the sea. Jess-sea. My eyes match it color for co...
Madeira — Thirty hours without sleep, fifteen without food. Biting my tongue to stay awake, peering out into the abyss to scout for other boats. There is nothing to see; nobody goes here. Too tired to cook. We’...
Étretat — I took shelter in a sea-level cave, but the rain stopped as quickly as it had started. Before long, I was back in the sun, exploring the low-tide beach. The weather continued to change quickly throug...
Chatham — Frigid gusts whistle in a frantic search for an inlet to the skin. It’s found my cuffs and rushes the narrows of my sleeves, chilling the core as it pours into the empty spaces between flesh and clot...
The ocean has always been my happy place
Here the sky comes to meet the earth.
They say Smile, I say Toothy Grin
Exploring the sunset coast of Gili Trawangan
Biting my tongue to stay awake, peering out into the abyss to scout for other boats. There is nothing to see; nobody goes here.
The sun sets. Distant clouds pour rain along the edges of sea.
Dolphins jumping out of the fog
The ocean is the common ground between old home and new home. It's complicated.
Oh How I Miss The Ocean
People tend to get carried away taking photos instead of admiring its beauty on the spot.
Chillin' like a villain.
Almost trapped by the incoming tide
Getting very nearly blown off the cliff
Enjoying the morning wind and watching the tide roll in
What was once a calming place is now a reminder of what will never be.
Quand se rendre au Cap Ferret ? En automne. L'océan s'offre aux rares visiteurs sous un air vivifiant, et vous laisse des souvenirs indélibiles.