Something about the waves, those that lift us, those that wipe us out.


This morning. Cove Island Park: Empty, but for DK and gulls.  55° F.  Rain. Blustery, with wind gusts up to 32 mph. Cloud Cover: 98%.   Post Title from: The Great Offshore Grounds: A Novel by Vanessa Veselka.

Comments

  1. So beachy! The moment I saw the gull posing for you, the salutation, “Monsieur!” came into my mind — which, surprisingly, hasn’t happened before. Did either of you greet the other that way?

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  2. Any pic with water, waves and a bird or three thrown in are GR8 with me!

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  3. Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
    Indeed … the waves: can lift us or wipe us out! Awesome photography!

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  4. the fact that you were the only out in such weather reinforces to me the power of streaks…

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  5. I find these images amazingly cathartic, pal. I can feel the nip in the air and taste the salt on my tongue. Thank you for starting my day with a bracing shake! 🙂

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  6. WOW daylight! working on your questions. 🙂

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  7. “Water carries our oldest Prayers.”
    ~ Baba Credo Mutwa

    Our oldest longings!
    With each wave we remember.

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  8. the waves hold incredible power, some unseen

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