Wordless Wednesday…last light

Wordless Wednesday…pool with a view

Wasted away again in Margaritaville. (Not.)

While it’s true that we did have a margarita or two while in Baja California (also known as Mexico), we weren’t wasted. We were on a mission to check out the place where our older daughter will be married this fall. A beach wedding (the beach seen here) will be as lovely as is the surrounding area.  I had several wonderful mornings walks and found the perfect spot on the far side of the rocks you see here, out of the wind, to enjoy the sun later in the day.

(Six-Word Saturday)

Wordless Wednesday: See? Lion.

The wind

The wind sounds like the sea tonight
    waves of sound roll in
    ebb out
leave a seashore of silence…
for a moment.

Urban ocean…a haiku

Trapped in crowd ocean
Battered by crashing people waves
Curlew’s distant cry

Daily Prompt: Touch/Texture

Waves rolling over and encircling your feet, rising up your ankles; the sensation of sand slipping away from beneath you as the water returns to the ocean, trying to pull the sand with it….essence of ocean’s touch.

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Phoneography Challenge: Black and White…Ocean morning

There’s something hypnotic about the sounds of the endless waves, breaking and returning, breaking and returning.  The fog mutes and distorts the sounds, wrapping me in a damp coat of solitary silence.  Sunshine is turned into the silver of scattered diamonds on the water. A host of footprints marks the empty beach, perhaps the imprints of all who’ve ever walked here before.

The seagull soars silently past and I whirl, trying to catch him (or her; who knows?) in my lens.  Later, when I look, he appears to be balancing on the tip of one wing.  We were all in balance that morning, the seagull, nature and I.

Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.
~H. P. Lovecraft

Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
~Lord Byron

Individually, we are one drop. Together, we are an ocean.
~Ryunosuke Satoro

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Phoneography Challenge of “Black and White”.  If you take photos with a Smartphone or iThingy, feel free to join in. The black and white in the photo is natural and I’ve done no editing.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Sea

What does the sea (or ocean) mean to me? Last Thanksgiving, it meant a wonderful week in Cape May, New Jersey, where we enjoyed excellent food, amazing scenery and even better company. It’s hard to pick out one shot, so I think in this case, I’ll give you a few extra for your time and money. It’s still hard to choose, but here goes.

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Driftwood

Dreaming of the Jersey shore…

Across the lonely beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I;
And fast I gather, bit by bit,
The scattered driftwood, bleached and dry.
The wild waves reach their hands for it,
The wild wind raves, the tide runs high,
As up and down the beach we flit–
One little sandpiper and I

–Celia Thaxton