Wild

L.J. I like that it’s wild and free and so beautiful. It takes the place that it needs. It’s very powerful. I think of the ocean as a very powerful + strong woman. I have great respect for her. She’s amazing. She’s full of life. She’s Untamable (→ that includes all of it.) I would like to be like her:

Wise/Wild
Powerful
Young
Always changing
Beautiful while she’s just being herself.
I think of her as both very playful + strong and in her element.

There is a hippie colony near this beach and I once saw a naked woman park her baby in a stroller on the beach right in front of huge breaking waves. Then she went into the wild surf with the incredible undertow, leaving the baby to watch unattended. The view from the baby’s perspective must have been profoundly impressible and primordial, witnessing her mother disappearing into the massive waves with all the sounds of the breaking waves and wind raging around her. I was the only other person on the beach which was many kilometers long.

→ I also spent some time in Rio de Janeiro. The beach in Rio has a very important presence. There is an openness of the city towards the beach. However, at the same time, the beaches of the city are wild zones. There is extreme poverty and inequality in the city, so there is also a lot of crime.

Even when the sea is at its wildest etc. It will always be frightening only if you try to contain it. If the rocks were not there, it would just keep on rolling. If you don’t fence it in it will keep on rolling, it won’t attack. Eventually, the rocks will have to go.

Or, like the “Azure Window” in Malta, a limestone arch that crumbled a few years ago because of a huge storm. The waves slowly eat away the land. No human-constructed structure will hold. → Especially off the west coast of England where the Channel meets the ocean the sea is very wild.