There’s a quiet magic to Surf Drive Beach—especially in those moments when the world seems to slow down and breathe with you. My photograph, Path to Paradise, captures one of those moments: sunlight spilling across the sand, a weathered wooden fence leading gently toward the distant shimmer of the sea. Time softens here. The fence, worn smooth by salt air and years of coastal wind, becomes more than a boundary—it becomes a guide.
Tall grasses sway in rhythm with the breeze, their muted greens and golds in perfect harmony with the vast blue sky. And that path—simple, unassuming—feels like an open invitation. Not just to walk, but to feel. To remember the joy of bare feet on warm sand. To breathe in the salt air that carries both memory and promise.
This isn’t just a beach scene. It’s a reminder. That paradise doesn’t always announce itself—it often waits quietly, patiently, in the familiar places. The beauty of Falmouth, Massachusetts, especially in moments like these, doesn’t try to impress. It just is. And in its simplicity, it offers something rare: peace, presence, and the gentle reminder that sometimes the most extraordinary things are found in the everyday.
Path to Paradise
A sandy path curves quietly forward,
flanked by tall grasses that bend with the breeze.
A weathered fence leans with grace,
its slats worn smooth by sun and salt.
Beyond it, the ocean waits—
not shouting, just shimmering,
as if holding its breath
for someone to notice.
The sky stretches wide and forgiving,
clouds wandering without urgency.
Even the wind seems to hum
a song only the open can hear.
Each grain of sand remembers something—
laughter, footprints,
the hush before a plunge
into blue beyond knowing.
This is not just a path,
but an invitation to return—
to simplicity, to stillness,
to the quiet joy of being here.
Path to Paradise is available for purchase. Collect it today!