Blackpool

Everyday on my way to work, I pass acres of wild grass in a conservation park. Tufts bobbing in the cool morning light and swaying in the warm evening glow. I see them drenched in rain, sodden in snow, and glowing sprightly in spring. Everyday I wish I had my camera to capture their beauty! Finally, I got my chance – 8,000 miles away in Blackpool, England, while visiting my parents. Walking from my brother's house to the ocean, I saw this beautiful clump of wild grass in a garden.

I love oceans. The pounding of the waves here reminded me of Gateway of India. As a kid, I would watch the waves masochistically hurl themselves on the wall – again and again and … again. I would sit on the seat above, mesmerized at the energy of the oceans and the perseverance of the waves. Noticing how each wave was slightly different than the one before. Over and over, turns the wheel of life.