I took this photograph two weeks ago at Byron Bay in New South Wales, Australia. It is one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen; I don’t remember breathing for those few minutes I stood on the rocks. I’ve tried so desperately to recreate this image with words, but for once, language has failed me. Tranquil, piercing, clarity, whoosh, blue, green, ripple; these words are unworthy of such subject. Not even the photograph does justice, and I’m told a photograph is equal to one thousand perfect words.
I could attempt to describe the magical colour of the ocean, but then I couldn’t even tell you confidently whether it’s blue or green or speckled gold and silver. I could embarrass myself with descriptions of the five senses but honestly, mine were so overwhelmed I couldn’t tell you one single thing they remember. I could stutter some free verse or use a quote from someone more capable, but then again I couldn’t. Just this once, I’m going to accept the fact that you can’t describe the colour blue to a blind man. You can try all you like, but will never know that his version of blue is the same as yours.