Jet Mariano

Tag: California coast

  • Where the Light Learns to Let Go

    The sky opened for a moment and the light answered back.

    The wheel glowed in violet as dusk settled over Santa Monica, and a single strike of lightning cut through the horizon like a quiet reminder that beauty and power can share the same frame. Some nights arrive without warning, and all you can do is stand still and let the moment write its own story.

    When the day surrendered, the sky burned one last time.

    The sun dropped behind the pier like a slow farewell, turning the whole horizon into fire. The wheel stood still against it, a quiet witness to the ending of another day. Some places remind you that even the most ordinary moments can shine when the light chooses to pass through them.

    When the night finally claimed the pier, the colors refused to die.

    The wheel spun in its own quiet galaxy, throwing violet and blue across the water like it was painting the ocean awake. The last light of sunset slipped under the horizon, but the pier kept glowing as if to say: even when the day ends, there is still something worth staying for.

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  • Living, moving and being

    Along California’s iconic Hwy 101, I captured this moment: a lone jogger silhouetted against the rising sun. I wasn’t the runner—but in that stillness, I remembered that I, too, live, and move, and have my being.

    A day not just lived, but felt.

    A day when the words from Acts 17:28 stirred within me: “For in Him we live, and move, and have our being.”
    I wasn’t chasing the sun—I was waiting for it. But as I framed this stranger in motion, I saw more than a runner. I saw a reflection of all of us: moving forward, unaware we’re part of something eternal. That’s what the lens captured. That’s what I needed to remember.

    On the Edge of Being

    Poem by Jet Mariano

    He ran before the world awoke,
    A silhouette against gold and smoke.
    No music, map, or finish line—
    Just dawn unfolding, pure and fine.

    I stood unseen, lens in hand,
    Still as stone, yet I understand:
    That in his stride was something more—
    A soul in motion, not at war.

    He moved, I watched; we both were free,
    Two lives unfolding by the sea.
    He didn’t know—but I could see—
    That we both live and move… and have our being.

    I wasn’t chasing the sun—I was waiting for it. But as I framed this stranger in motion, I saw more than a runner. I saw a reflection of all of us: moving forward, unaware we’re part of something eternal. That’s what the lens captured. That’s what I needed to remember.

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