Good morning. 🌊🌊🌊 27 February 2026 When I was a kid in school, I used to paint pictures of the ocean. I loved shaping the waves and their whitecaps, and for a kid who hadn’t even hit double digits, I wasn’t half bad. I’d slip into the zone—so focused that the rest of the world fell away and the work just flowed. Painting isn’t a skill I’ve carried into adulthood, but that feeling of dropping into the zone still shows up now and then, even if it’s rarer than it used to be. You probably know the feeling. When you’re creating something and the knowledge, the muscle memory, the instincts—they’re all right there, lining up without effort. You’re on a roll, and you know it. Maybe it’s biorhythms, maybe it’s something else. Science mostly shrugs at the idea of biorhythms, but the truth is we all have days when everything clicks and days when we can’t seem to do anything right. Most of life happens somewhere in between. I’m not sure where I’m going with this—must be one of those in‑between days. Maybe the best way to explain “the zone” is through running. At the start you feel clumsy, every step a bit of work. But as you settle in, your focus narrows, distractions fall away, and the movement smooths out. The effort becomes its own reward. Runners call it being in the zone, or runner’s high. It makes me wonder if that state has something to do with the body’s own chemistry—dopamine, serotonin, the neurotransmitters that shape motivation, reward, and mood. There’s probably something there. I’ll have to think on it a bit more. “Attention is the beginning of devotion.” - Mary Oliver “The mind’s first step to self-awareness must be through the body.” - George Sheehan “It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste much of it.” - Seneca #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature #morning #thezone #runnershigh #landscape #seascape #ocean #waves