Leaves of Grass

There is, especially in late afternoon on a quiet summer day, something peaceful and calming about the quality of the light.  I feel it most when my eye is drawn to the tips of long leaves of beach grass, gone to seed.

 Sometimes, I want to fiddle with the lighting of the image silhouetted against the background of still water in shadows.



More often, I marvel at how cold the image can look with the white

 sand behind, even if the photograph was taken in summer's heat.



But always, invariably, looking at these still photos reminds me of what peace feels like: a soft, almost imperceptible tremor, gently stroking the surrounding quiet.