Life keeps moving, and we have to move with it. After years of building my world around my dogs, I’m learning to adjust to life without them. Their happiness was always my anchor, and while the ocean called to me, the mountains held the comfort they needed for their golden years.
But the call never faded. Since I was a little girl, enchanted by movies like Le Grand Bleu and La Grenouille et la Baleine, as well as the chronicles of Jacques Cousteau, I’ve carried a dream of the sea. I once imagined becoming a female Cousteau, pushing for the grades I hoped would lead me into the marine world. When numbers proved illogical, I turned to cinema. If I couldn’t study the ocean, maybe I could capture its beauty and magic through a lens. In time, scuba diving and underwater photography on my travels became my way back, especially during the years I lived in the Cayman Islands.
Now, with a new chapter opening, I’m answering that lifelong pull. This summer brought Sea Goat into the tide of things, and with her a course is being charted closer to my childhood dream. These are my logs from the water.
Footloose Diary 