Poetry in Motion
There is something poetic in the converging of forces and light. Without the light there can not be dark, and vice versa. If we have neither, there is nothing. I love the abstract nature of this image. It is peaceful, calming, and mysterious. Yet, it is also energetic and chaotic.
On some glances I see the water that I know is there, yet on others I see a woman swooshing her hair.