The calm face of the water asked me for a kiss.
Nestled along the northeastern coast of Florida, Talbot Island State Park harbors a hauntingly beautiful boneyard beach. Visitors would find the famed stretch of shoreline— a stark and mesmerizing landscape strewn with the arboreal remains that the relentless Atlantic has sculpted over the years to create a ghostly forest of fallen oak and cedar trees. These weathered sentinels, once proud giants of the maritime forest, now lie scattered across the beach like the discarded bones of mythical creatures.
Of condensation on windows.
I see condensation, and it makes me smile. It is a transformation – gas to a liquid, and it also transforms – vapor into liquid. It is a change – from a gaseous state into liquid form. It changes the surfaces on which condensation resides and the surfaces on which it forms. The windowpane, the car’s windshield, the can of soda, glasses in spectacles, and the camera lens, among others, are all changed. It also changes the objects that we see through it. Condensation on the camera lens and fogged glasses imbue images we capture or see with a dreamy glow