Land and sea

You can tell when someone looks to the field or the sea that their lives have depended on it. There is no romance, but a love. A love you see in their eyes, knowing that what was reaped they are grateful for. In knowing that the weather changes and crop’s fail, a bad season on the water may put them at risk of their livelihood, this is who they are, people of the land and sea. It does not matter if their hands have gone soft from not using a shovel or a gaff when time has taken them away from their work. You can see it in them still, the way they walk, the quiet slow look when gazing from their vantage point. These are the people I try and surround myself with.

for William.