Diving deep into the depths. Swimming in the currents amongst the ocean's voluptuous secrets; the varying waves whisper against our skins. Sometimes warm, sometimes arctic; an exploration like no other. One forgotten. No, not forgotten; one placed in the memories of the oceanographer. Old and frail, he spends his time categorizing the depths he once felt in a sunshine youth.
Remembering the careful and quiet coral curves, the delicately violent flip of a shark's fin, the watery effervescence of solitude, of togetherness. While marking the geographic undulations of hills, valleys, currents and oceanic life; there is a closing of the circle. A love that no one can understand; that no one can map. Not even the divers.
Catherine Wheel // Fripp // Chrome // 1993
Remembering the careful and quiet coral curves, the delicately violent flip of a shark's fin, the watery effervescence of solitude, of togetherness. While marking the geographic undulations of hills, valleys, currents and oceanic life; there is a closing of the circle. A love that no one can understand; that no one can map. Not even the divers.
Catherine Wheel // Fripp // Chrome // 1993
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