I grew up within minutes of the Bay of Bengal, which I experienced through the sights and sounds of the beach in Chennai (Madras), India – it was my image of a beach. I have also seen cows lazily grazing on grass. But, recently, when I saw green pastures dotted with cows on steep cliffs overlooking the vastness of the North Atlantic Ocean in Normandy, I held on to the railing beside the tiny church where I was standing to adjust an image in my mind.
