Picture a small village, hugging the ocean’s coastline.

When I first read this poem, that was the image that came into my mind.

In my imagination the village looks like it’s been there forever, an integral part of the landscape as immovable as the hills surrounding it. The tides ebb and flow along the edges of the bay, and it’s possible to stand there and see far out to the horizon. It’s a perfect place for fishermen whose livelihood depends on the richness of the ocean.

I see myself sitting by a window, overlooking the harbor. Suddenly I sense an energy in the air. There’s the sound of running feet and the blowing of shells like trumpets, the disturbance signaling something important, exciting, magical. A moment filled with optimism and hope. Could there be whales?

Thank you for taking the time to explore my site. The collection here results from moments when I, not generally a writer or photographer, find the need to tell someone about my experience. As with the people in the village, I don’t know what exactly is happening, but it’s a magical moment nevertheless that demands some exploration. I think of them as moments of awe and wonder. I hope you will find something that resonates with you in that same mysterious way.

~~ Robin Harper

All photos and text are mine unless otherwise noted.