Today I needed to stop at the Bishop’s Stock Gallery in Snow Hill, MD to pick up a few paintings that had been hanging in their Winter Abstract show. If you’re ever going past Snow Hill, you really need to stop in and see the gallery. Ann and Randy Coates have done a wonderful job at setting up a world-class gallery with a very interesting mix of artists.
After my stop, I ran up the road a bit from Snow Hill to see the beaches at Assateague State Park. Driving into the park, I was faced with a number of foreboding signs that state that there could be a 3 mile back-up at times (note to self: don’t do this in the summer). As I turned into the totally empty parking lot, I was so relieved. Over the dunes I head, straight to the water, right to the edge and then back quickly as a giant wave comes up to greet me. Large clumps of sea foam are being pushed up the beach by the soft cool breeze and I watch its faint trail fade away into the sand. It’s been a long time since I walked a beach without seeing a soul; as I walk, I watch my long shadow grow and go in and out of the waters edge. It’s timeless here, so peaceful, yes so peaceful… I feel refreshed, ok maybe that was a chill as I return facing into the cold wind.
My steps match the rhyme of the sea, mindless, lost in the moment at peace I walk, listening to soft sounds of the waves… time fades away. I’m almost back at edge of the dune, when suddenly out of nowhere, a jet fighter with all it's missiles and guns alit by the setting sun roars by me… shaking the ground, the very air and me to the core. The moment is gone… we are not at peace.
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