Yesterday, I was in Sestri Levante (Liguria, Italy).
I was here to meet a friend of mine, and I guessed the sunset could have been good, so I choose the right place, and I waited.
I was at the mouth of a river, with a fisherman in the right position: its silhouette stood against the quiet water of the river merging into the sea.
Some people walking on that narrow beach, like a diaphragm between two worlds.
I like to imagine the sea like unconscious: an unlimited abyss, turbulent, connected with faraway invisible shores. And our rational mind, like this asleep surface, unaware of the sea, usually quiet, but sometimes crossed by quick ripples.
After sunset, the great colorful of golden hour. Pink, red, violet, with all the shades between those warm colors!
Our rational mind reflects the huge beauty of the universe. Our mind and our thought are only the reflection of some divine force who leads us. We can think our identity would stand inside us, but we are only a mirror, only a receiver: an unkown energy, following unknow rules, comes inside us, passes through us, and we should spread it all around us, like these sunset colors.
Abyssal cloudy mountain appeared above the sea.
We could focus on this seeming mountain, maybe they symbolize troubles coming...
... but we shouldn't lose the beautiful landascape in its entirety, and also troubles have the right place, also worries have some sense, still unknow to us.
Pictures taken with Sony Alpha 7iii.
21.10.2023
