Posts Tagged ‘ocean’

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.

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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.

To indulge in a multitude of beautiful perspectives on “Sea”, just click.

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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

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One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach.  One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.–Anne Morrow Lindbergh

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Our last night in Cape May Point, our whole group headed for Sunset Beach before dinner to (what else?), watch the sunset.  🙂  To say conditions were less than ideal would be an understatement.  A large cloud bank made us wonder whether we’d even see a sunset, the temperature had dropped precipitously from prior days and, worst of all, the wind was whipping the waves into a frenzy and driving the sand into millions of tiny sandblasters.  (more…)

“Wanted:  Dead or Alive” was a TV series starring Steve McQueen and might be a bit further back than many of you remember.  My series is made up of some miscellaneous photos from our time in Cape May Point, New Jersey.  On the drive back tonight, slowing too often for too many miles to a crawl, I realized that we’ve not gone farther for Thanksgiving than an hour away for many, many years.  Obviously that’s not true for the thousands of people was saw driving home tonight.  Quite a contrast to the quiet of the Jersey shore!! (more…)

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