This pair of Surf Scoters looked like they were having a really fun time in the wild surf…. they would dive into the crashing waves and bob up once the waves were past. Pity they weren’t a wee bit closer. I couldn’t even tell what they were until I downloaded the images, but I knew for sure they weren’t acting anything like the gulls.Be not the slave of your own past – plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so you shall come back with new self-respect, with new power, and with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
― W.B. Yeats, The Wind Among the Reeds 1899
This one may start looking a bit familiar since it doesn’t have a wide variety of features…. the two ‘bumps’ should be familiar to those of you who follow, but that ever changing sky at sunset is something I can’t resist (could be why it’s called Sunset Bay?)Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day.
― Glen Cook, Sweet Silver Blues
Intentionally soft and shy…..It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want—oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
― Mark Twain
Note the birds on the cliffs for a bit of perspective or scale….Whatever may be the tensions and the stresses of a particular day, there is always lurking close at hand the trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.
― Howard Thurman, Meditations of the Heart
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
It seems a wee bit early for some stirring in the plant kingdom.
Perhaps the dandelions are with us always, but….raspberries in waiting seem a bit premature…..as are the blueberries…..on the other hand, this lovely green volunteer of unknown origin showed up last year and eventually had some beautiful, dainty little flowers and it’s spreading……
Earth, my dearest, oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over…Unspeakably, I have belonged to you, from the flush.
― Rainer Maria Rilke
Seems I timed this visit to the beach just exactly right to catch the sun spotlighting the waves and peeking through the hole in Elephant Rock…..I never cease to be amazed at the different sights I find when I’m at the beach….