Sorry, I am not a professional photographer, I'm just experimenting how people and objects can be seen through the warm lens of my cell phone.
There's no better way to start by showing something you really love, and I love the sea.
This year I waited for a good moment to take some photos and show off its beautiful turquoise color in contrast with its silicate ivory sand, but the turbulent and furious tropics changed some shades at will.
The sea is a dangerous lover and you shouldn't always let yourself be seduced by the gentle rhythm of waves that peacefully rock your body, while the air with a taste of salty rock passes through your skin and intoxicates your mouth with sea pearls.
No, the sea is not always poetry.
Today the sea that I contemplate is very awake, and its fast and strong waves can swallow all human thought that believes it can submerge itself in it.
Nevertheless, people worship and offer their bodies to Yemayá, the divinity of the seas, the mother of all the Orishas, and who represents the absolute power of motherhood.
Act of faith.
Perhaps she prays for a daughter.
I liked the black and white version, in a thousand ways it dignifies people's respect for certain things. I would say the great power of our mind, represented by our inner God
I have never walked alone on a beach -with a red flag, too- but I saw how people were trapped in enjoying their feet against the sand, their faces against the wind, and the blow of the salty sea tanning all their skin.
Have you seen these birds on the beach?
I can barely distinguish them in the photos, but they are there, camouflaged among the sand,some footprints,and the rarefied air of saltpeter and humidity.
They are beautiful,looks like cute little porcelain dolls marching in unison following the coming and going of the eternal waves,and fishing among the sands for some mollusk that is trying to breathe.
It is beautiful, I know. Even from my shore with dark and stormy clouds the sea feels liberating.
I remember my father saying that my eyes were greener and brighter facing the sea.**
But why do I get the feeling that this child is sad? Could it be that he feels alone?
Children love the sea, but he doesn't. I tried to make him smile, but I failed, I couldn't overcome his sadness... maybe if we had built a castle in the sand!
At the end of it all, and despite the storm far away in my heavens, I would have liked to breathe and capture all the murmur that the waves make when they crash against the sands of my chest,and if I had also known, that walking alone along the shore healed the soul: Yemayá would have accepted my 50 thousand and one maternal vows a long time ago.
All photos were taken with my Xiaomi Redmi 9 C cell phone.
I edited all the photos to highlight lights and some colors that add depth.
The text is entirely my own
All photos are my property
Using the Lightroom application, free version
Translation done with Deep Translate, free version