Sometimes the loneliest moments are those that bring the most peace.

People try to leave a lasting mark on the world, but may instead deface it.

Rolling hills of history beneath the infinite sky.

The moment right before the dreaming starts is one full of mindless contemplation.

The crash of waves echo the seagulls screeching cries. 

The swooping curves built lovingly by hand, each screw an act of creation. 

The mysterious depths beckon one to plumb its secrets. 

In a way, we are walking across the water.

The golden light gleams along the curves of the land.

He waves hello to passing people though none ever wave back.