Archive for April, 2012

Endless summers

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 29, 2012 by allisonlabine


‎”Palm trees, ocean breeze, salty air, sun kissed hair. That endless summer, take me there.” – unknown


Photo by Allison LaBine; Florida

A sea foam blanket

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 25, 2012 by allisonlabine


The sand is my bed, the ocean my blanket.


Photo by Allison LaBine; Florida

This Life is Yours

Posted in Inspiration with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 18, 2012 by allisonlabine

“This life is yours. Take the power to choose what you want to do and do it well. Take the power to love what you want in life and love it honestly. Take the power to walk in the forest and be a part of nature. Take the power to control your own life. No one else can do it for you. Take the power to make your life happy.” – Susan Polis Schutz

Photo by Allison LaBine

A Call From Home

Posted in Inspiration with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 16, 2012 by allisonlabine

One of the first words I ever spoke was “ocean.” I pronounced it oonda then, and I’d often ask my parents to take me to see the big oonda. As an adult, the first thing I do when I travel to another country is search for water – a coastline, if possible. Standing on quiet Brazilian sands years ago, I realized that even though I was thousands of miles away from my home in Florida, I was home.

The world of language barriers fell away, and I was left with the primal pull of a force so deeply ingrained in me, I knew it before my own name. Sometimes, the quiet is louder than any sound. The sea spoke softly that night, allowing the moon to weave silver in her midnight skin. I knelt down, listening to her gentle murmurs – to the faint music she played across the shore. She whispered of secrets long forgotten…of dreams hidden inside her depths.

The salt water ran cool and gentle over my hand till there was no longer a distinction between the two – till the sea became my own skin. Without a single word, she reminded me that before I ever took my first steps on land, I lived for nine months in the water – that all life on earth descended from her. In the dark calm of a foreign land, I was called back home.

If we listen closely, she calls to us all.

-Allison LaBine

Photo by Allison LaBine

Reaching in the night

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , on April 13, 2012 by allisonlabine

“Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”‘
-Dylan Thomas

Photo by Allison LaBine

The fog

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 10, 2012 by allisonlabine

Across silent water,
Under night’s cloak;
The fog beckons,
And I come.

Words and photo by Allison LaBine, Alaska

Your path

Posted in Inspiration with tags , , , , , on April 7, 2012 by allisonlabine

“You will recognize your own path when you come upon it, because you will suddenly have all the energy and imagination you will ever need.” – Jerry Gillies

Photo by Allison LaBine

Places we have never known

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , on April 5, 2012 by allisonlabine

An interesting thought…


“We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.” – Carson McCullers


Photo by Allison LaBine, Italy

The Sea

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 2, 2012 by allisonlabine

Can you hear the sound of the sea,
Taste the scent,
Feel the power, that’s
Lured men to her shore, then
Beckoned him beyond.
Into a world as unknown above
As it is below.
Inside the deepest, darkest, bluest depths.

-Allison LaBine


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Photo by Allison LaBine; Florida