The seashore is order and chaos, the land and sea meeting one another as they please, yet still obeying gravity to perfection, a straight line at zero - it's all a matter of perspective.
Upon the seashore is a boat, one that has been given the colours of nature by the hand of its loving creator. It sits upon the supporting warm sands that mould to a perfect fit, and is in itself a song for open eyes, a bright rising crescendo that carries the playful spirits of the birds.
The seashore is a living work of art, one that ever changes yet is so constant. What it brings to each of the body senses is as the words of a poem known only in whispers to the soul.
The seashore is the rocks and the sand, the rough and the smooth, the brightest of blues to contrast with the soft white-golds and greys.
The seashore is the masterpiece of our creator, one revealed each dawn and made a rich velvet black by night.