Surfers.

I watched them intensely from a top the cliff. They paddled outwards against the waves. Then they would just float on the ocean, bobbing up and down, until that perfect wave manifested at the last second for their boards to catch. Towards the beach they would go and then falling into the water just before hitting the edge of the sand.

I always wondered how big our world must be compared to an ant. Is my backyard their North America? I feel like an ant sometimes because an Ant will not venture too far I figure, how could she? They are so tiny and to them our backyard is so vast that when we think about the comparison to scale. Like an Ant, I too stay in a general area around home, and never truly experiencing what is beyond my usual familiar surroundings.

Looking out from that cliff I could see nearly the whole shape of the Earth. Unlike seeing out on a lake or river that I am use to, I know that beyond that horizon more ocean waters exist, that can not be comprehended through simple thought. It is what makes up most of the earth more than a million backyards multiplied by each other.

I took a photograph of the surfers. I wanted to make sure the ocean horizon was in the photo, and that it would come out straight across and level. I wanted to capture the ant-like surfers in the water from my perspective; tiny dots in the big bluish water.

Later we all went down to the beach and found a flat rock where we started playing cards. A young boy came up to us and asked if he could play. “Sure!” I said, and invited him to sit in the sand with us. The sun was setting and dusk was creeping in, there was a small breeze that surprisingly did not disturb the card playing at all.

Hand after hand was dealt and we all had some good laughs.

When his mother called we decided it was time for us to head back as well.

music to accompany the blog: Jack Johnson - Holes To Heaven.