...beneath the surface of the water lies the unknown..i was talking to my friends the other day and they were married on the ganges in india..they hired a little boat and boat man who took them into to the middle of the river.. they both jumped off the boat into the water...micah, the women came out immediately and in those few seconds she had experienced the sensation of many bones and lost souls..although she actually visually couldn't see anything while under the water her mind was bombarded with images..i remember after living for over a year in northern england that i longed for a swim in the sea.. we drove about an hour to the nearest beach which had small waves and a brown color..the mud banks along this coast were slowly being washed away and the ocean absorbed this mud... i entered the the brown foam and attempted to frolic in the waves but but the murky water was uninspirational and that was the last time i ventured into the water while living there...sometimes i enjoy that little panic of the unknown that lies in the water beneath my body..like in my friends lake where you have to wade through murky mud in order to enter the cool water or floating in the ocean just past the wave breaks and wondering where the sharks are...
This is quite a beautiful image, Anna. I like the story (you told us some of it before, last year, no? Which means it goes on being important... That's a good thing. I like it when you connect with how the visual captures the feeling oif what you're describing, thinking, feeling. See Jean Renoir's The River (maybe you know it?)
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