between a rock and the sea spray


I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
― John MasefieldSea Fever: Selected Poems


32 thoughts on “between a rock and the sea spray

  1. what I love most about the ocean is the array of colors. You can see a beautiful green across left upper…under the spray from the rocks…absolutely captivating.


  2. The John Masefield poem fits you perfectly Gunta. I love the feeling of calm in the foreground of this photo, with the rugged background. Was there a storm approaching when you took this shot?


    • Love the seas when they’re rough and crazy like that. I discovered there are actually three verses to Masefield’s little ditty. Or perhaps I should say I was reminded, but the middle one was the one that seemed to apply. It’s a classic.


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