Pictures of the oceans hold immense popularity. When one finds themselves alone by the ocean, they are struck by the overwhelming realisation of their insignificance in the face of such a powerful force of nature. The ocean’s power lies primarily in its sheer size, a vastness that our eyes cannot fully comprehend. However, the common man is able to embrace the ocean in their mind, thanks to the knowledge they have acquired, even through their education. Maps have played a crucial role in our understanding of the ocean’s boundaries. Let us take a moment to appreciate the individuals who embarked on perilous journeys, braving treacherous waters and venturing into the unknown, ultimately discovering new lands. It is their courage and unwavering determination that has allowed us to accumulate the wealth of knowledge depicted on world maps.
Yet, when I find myself basking in the sun on a cozy blanket by the ocean’s shore, I must admit that I am not often consumed by thoughts of the historical significance of geographical exploration. Instead, being alone with the ocean becomes an intimate moment. I surrender myself to the gentle caress of the ocean breeze, allowing the rhythmic sound of the waves to lull my mind into a state of tranquility. In this state, I am transported to the realm of dreams, carried away by the ebb and flow of the tides. The ocean, like a benevolent wizard, possesses an enchanting aura that beckons me to recline on its sun-kissed shores. This painting, like many others pictures of the oceans, captures its vastness, a separate kingdom teeming with vibrant life. Amidst the crashing waves, one can eavesdrop on the symphony of sounds that emanate from this majestic realm.