Lands End. I adore this place. Literally where the land ends, and the sea begins. It's poetry to look at, and to be in it, I get lost in its vastness. For this, I know that I must always live by the sea. There are scientific reasons of course as to why the land stays dry and the water just stays in it's place. Yet in my imagination I see it ready to pour out whenever a whale makes a leap, like a swimming pool brimming with water, until someone canon balls and all the contents seem to splash out. I love watching my dog run along the shoreline chasing the sea foam as of taunting it to rise higher. Mental pictures that makes an imprint and inspire me further.