I just returned from a trip to Cuba and boundaries were a constant in the back of my mind — the boundaries as we crossed immigration and customs, boundaries in communication, culture, ideology — self-imposed boundaries that human beings set up to isolate themselves from others.
And then there were natural boundaries as I watched the ocean as we flew over the Florida Straits. The boundaries in the mountains, and here, in this shot, a picturesque wall to not only enclose, but protect. There’s a drop-off on the other side.
It’s one of my favorite pictures, taken at the Basilica Shrine of Our Lady of Charity. It speaks to me of strength and beauty.
I couldn’t resist commenting. Very well written!