Seaward
A young man rides out past the shallows, his eyes fixed somewhere beyond the frame. The bleached sky and low surf fold into a single pale field. For a moment the boat, the water, and the looking are all there is.
A young man rides out past the shallows, his eyes fixed somewhere beyond the frame. The bleached sky and low surf fold into a single pale field. For a moment the boat, the water, and the looking are all there is.