“Wealth is the ability to fully experience life.” – Henry David Thoreau
A dawn walk by the ocean is something I haven’t done since 2016 and it was like homecoming of sorts. It was later than I actually wanted to be out and about, but by island standards, 07:20 is acceptable. I had no idea in which direction I was headed so I consulted my internal GPS and let my feet and camera do the rest.
The silence was magical, with the area devoid of tourists. The various mobile homes parked along the edge were silent and not a creature was stirring when I began. I kept walking until I found what I was looking for. It wasn’t a particular view, but a feeling that has eluded me for a long time. It is the convergence of photography, nature and spirituality that elevates the soul and creates poetry and prayer out of images. I didn’t need to attend mass this morning because the ocean offered me something far more powerful than any mortal could.
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Note to self, wearing dress in a windy area while navigating rocks can be tricky, but I got the vantage point I wanted. The black volcanic sand and rocks of the Canary Islands are fascinating but also treacherous if you don’t watch your step. Just look at the crop that I came home with:
My gaze was trained on the ocean and the light on the cliff that I completely forgot to look on the other side. It is a good thing I did so when I heard the distant barking of an enthusiastic dog on his morning escapade because it gave rise to the following diptych:
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Late morning found us having a lovely brunch at a quaint little cafe called Cocoté, where the food was beyond reproach, the service impeccable and the general atmosphere charming as it was relaxing. It was like walking into a parallel universe, where the decor was in black and yellow, brightly lit, and a predominant theme of monkeys everywhere! This was followed by an afternoon transformation from frog to lizard, sunbathing on the beach, and capped by ice cream from La Puntilla, a little shop run by Germans that offers delicious homemade flavours that would give any mainland gelateria a run for their money.
So if I go by Mr. Thoreau’s standards, I am incredibly wealthy because I got to experience something today that moved my soul.
Related entries:
A Frog in Fuerteventura – Epilogue
A Frog in Fuerteventura – Day 3 (Part II): Triton
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