Sunrise Mandalas

I sat on the beach, waiting for the sunrise, and got restless.  There was only so much experimenting I could do with the camera settings – if I got one decent photo of the sunrise, then good.

So I started drawing in the sand.  

I had always wanted to draw something in the sand as a souvenir or memory of our stay on the sand.  I thought about the footprints in the sand, when the boys were still young, but they couldn’t-wouldn’t stand still.  They didn’t sit long enough for the date-and-place scribbles either.  I figured I would know from the photos where we were, anyway.

I didn’t think about just drawing anything, and certainly not about mandalas, even though I had been doodling and drawing those since I was young.  So now, I try to remember to draw simple mandalas on whatever beach we are on.

Which reminds me – when going through old, old photos from an old chocolate tin can, I knew that if I flipped the photo over I would see my father’s or mother’s writing on the back, identifying the date and place of the photo taken.  Good to see my father’s writing once in a while – big, bold strokes.  My boys’ writing is small and cramped, no matter how many times I tell them to write bigger.  Anyways … I digress again.

I continued to draw in the sand as the sun came up over the horizon, stopping now and then to take pictures.   Unconsciously, I had also drawn a sunrise on the sand.

How cool is that! Actually, I didn’t know what else to do, and the squiggly lines started out with another design in mind, that just went on its own.

Inspired, I drew another mandala.  But then the sun got hotter, and it was time to go in for breakfast.

Yes, it was a good sunrise. 🙂