I am the woman on the rock. I feel the fresh rich air of the sea blowing towards me in a delicate yet unmeasurably powerful breeze. I feel the contrastingly dry rock beneath me, dry land behind me, dry sky looking down from above me. I reflect upon myself in how I also feel these contrasting powers within myself. I feel both connected with the massive churning sea, and also the ancient wise desert rock. I am feeling peace and power, feeling minuscule and vast, I feel ethereal.
I am the air, I am eternally ancient, but also so very young. Constantly moving against the will of my own and everyone around me, eroding rocks and building waves and creating or breaking up peace. I am free in open space, not confined to any room or location, in this photo I am unrestricted.
I am myself, I feel at times one with nature in such a powerful and peaceful dynamic similar to the subject in the photo. I resemble her in my appreciation of the mass of the world around me, and relate to the framing of the photo causing such a scale divide of small humans to large and unyielding natural forces.
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