White silk on the shore.

Soft silk that touches my feet as I approach her, or seeks to caress me because she knows I adore the freshness and energy she makes me feel.

She dances among the waters, reaching the sand, only to brush against it and leave again, like a shy caress that vanishes in a sigh.

The sea foam is one of the things I marvel at most, always changing shape, no two shots are the same when the foam is present.

It comes with every wave, big or small, sometimes it is almost imperceptible and other times its splendour is visible and palpable.

The sea is a source of inspiration for me, to imagine scenes, to create, to write, but above all to let my creativity fly.

When I look at the foam it is as if I am transported to another world, because I become absorbed in it and nothing else exists. I admire its details, its dance in endless movements, sometimes fast and sometimes very slow.

She makes drawings in the sand like the good artist she is, she withdraws to take impulse and again like a very skilful hand she returns to create figures as the clouds do in the sky.

From nature, the foam that forms the sea waves, is one of the things I am most passionate about, always creating, always in movement.

That's how human beings should be, recreating themselves each time, moving forward, drawing their lives, with their shapes, sometimes clear and sometimes not so clear. Many times there is no foam or strength, no energy, but we have to look for it, to take the race as the waves do from the depths of the sea and redraw our destiny.

If we don't like the one we painted before, we can redo it and start again, we can always start again. Let us have the will of the waves despite the storms of life.

The road may be grey, but the storms pass and the sun comes out again, and that sun can illuminate the brush that makes the foam of life design again.

Walking along the beach I took these photographs, I was as level with the sand as possible, at other times I saw the foam from above, like the different points of view we can have on our paths.

What does the foam of your life look like? Does it come back again and again to draw paths? Do you like the sea? What does it tell you? I am happy to read you in the comments and answer you.

Thank you very much for watching and reading this far. Best regards to all of you and see you next time.
Amonet.

_{All photographs are my own, taken with my Samsung Note 5 phone
Separators created by me in Photoshop
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