Blue Moon

Breezing through town with a featherlight touch, John Tyler returns to the salty air and spirited waves. Photographer Nicole Wilson trails the model, snapping faithful frames along the familiar route. A sacred map inked into his memory, John moves to where past meets present. Fragile colours tumble into plunging waters across the vacant horizon as the gulls oversee the rumble of surf. How long before day snaps into twilight and twists into dusk?

Victor Lopez styles John in various hollows and hideaways under altruistic illusion for the skies above. There is a blue moon rising and seconds stretch into infinity as reality crashes with the tide. Tucked tight into the cave of a conch shell, the raw future calls out to those who listen with pure intent and pious hope. Retreating waves fall back across the shore as they graze the shadows below. Unwinding past truths, there is calm to be found right here in this gentle light.

Remnants of sandcastle ruins scatter the coastline. Sincere redemption lies in honesty. The roar of the waves sounds different now. One last splintering sunrise ends the pursuit of clarity for our lonely soul.