The Eleventh Hour by williampatino

So many mornings here observing light, watching the restless tide slowly consume the earth. I wonder in my lifetime how much of this seascape will be transformed. There is a bird that always greets me, he resides on the spire. His home is temporal, in many ways we are the same. -Kiama, Australia. -http://ift.tt/JXZM9a via 500px http://ift.tt/11FFbP5