Why do I love the ocean so, yet live in a desert?

A couple of blogs ago I wrote how I love the wide open spaces that is the American Southwest. The American Southwest conjures up images of cowboys and Indians, horses and cattle, along with vast landscapes dotted with mesas and distant mountains.

Yet, I love the ocean. It is the one thing I miss about moving from the coast. Every time I go nearby, I must, absolutely must, go to the ocean and stand awhile. This was taken last summer near San Diego, California.

From the Strand near Coronado, California

I guess the desert is vast like the ocean.  I like seeing the horizon and feeling a part of something bigger. I hate small spaces and feel free in the open.

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