Location: Tulum, Quintana Roo, Mexico
Dozens of them, but two of them in particular are awakened in Tulum, Mexico.
First of all there is the primordial need to photograph sunrises. My mind tells me that the world already has an adequate supply of sunrise photographs, and there is no need to produce any more. But once I am here, I always wake up at dawn, grab my camera, and head out to capture the sun, the clouds, and the sea.
Secondly, there is the urge to swim in the ocean. This is a sport that requires very little equipment (or none at all if you are selective.) But this was complicated this time by the huge bulk of seaweed that is currently in the water just off of the beaches.
Swimming becomes almost impossible and I feel like I have been given an exfoliation treatment by the combination of ocean waves and churning seaweed.
As I leave the ocean, the seaweed in my grey beard and hair make me look a bit like Poseidon, the ancient Greek god of the sea.
I say good morning to the Mexican beach keeper, and he waves and gives me a look that translates into, “Gringos, who can understand their mysterious ways?” Who indeed, as I shower off and leave more plant material around the drain than I find in most salads.
Yet my needs are now satisfied, and I can go off on my next quest, to find decent art among the tourist crap.