To All The Ships At Sea

To all the ships at sea and to all the ports of call. To my family and to all friends and strangers.. This is a message and a prayer.

The message is that my travels taught me a great truth. I already had what everyone is searching for and few ever find: the one person in the world who I was born to love forever. A person like me, of the outer banks and the blue Atlantic mystery. A person rich in simple treasures… Self made. Self taught. A harbor where I am forever home. And no wind, or trouble or even a little death can knock down this house.

The prayer is that everyone in the world can know this kind of love and be healed by it. If my prayer is heard, there will be an erasing of all guilt and all regret and an end to all anger.

Please God. Amen
— Catherine's Letter to Garrett, Message in a Bottle
The flat, dull canvas waiting to come alive!

The flat, dull canvas waiting to come alive!

I look at every single one of the images in my library as a canvas where something magic might be hiding.  It isn't often though... that I decide to edit a single image in three different ways... especially when the photograph isn't spectacular to begin with.  But I have learned over time, to train my artistic eye to see these diamonds in the rough.  As a result, what was once dull, flat, and uninteresting, becomes eye catching, vibrant and alive, with just a little bit of imagination.  I think it's that same spark in me that allows me to take an old run down house, and turn it into a home. Somewhere in the depths of me, I know it's because I believe that everything is beautiful when viewed through the lens of gratefulness. I'd like to go back to this place, on a beautiful sunny day and take better photographs.  But the stormy days can be beautiful in their own way too, can't they?  I find them full of the kind of passion and drama that makes one linger.