The thin wet line

Its twilight, the sun is about to disappear, and the silver crescent can be seen high up in the sky. There is hardly anyone on the beach, I am laid down on the beach for the past 1 hour. I dont seem to be bothered about the “Capillary action” caused by the wet sand and my dry clothes, rather i am busy enjoying the cool wind, and the sound of waves just few feet away. From the ground level, everything looks different. I see the tracks that crabs have made.. shells, a few foot prints. The entire Arabian sea looks wafer thin.

That amused me, “The thin wet line” I thought. Luckily my camera was there with me, feeling too lazy (yeah lets say lazy), I just rested the camera on the sand next to me, and just clicked away without even looking through the eyepiece. The result is the picture you see now.

Moral of the story…

For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.
Friedrich Nietzsche