We’ve had storms. On Wednesday I wrote: The storm is a spectator sport with roller derby waves, trees doing the rhumba, rain falling like waving racetrack flags, and winds sounding like angry fans.
After my piano lesson I had a blast out on the stormy beach. Heidi needed a good run so I bundled up, took her favourite beach ball and we went to the beach to take advantage of low tide. She had a wicked time — me too. The storm had the beach all nicely ‘combed’ from the heavy waves and not a person in sight so we had it all to ourselves. {A photographer took this great short video showing the tail end of our storm.}
STORM AT SEA by Amar Qamar
CRASHING waves… SMASHING seas…
Bringing sailors to their knees.
As they struggle to save their lives,
Hoping and praying help arrives.
The stormy seas as dark as coal,
Preventing the sailors from reaching their goal.
Battered and bruised, but still they fight…
Staring ahead into the dead of night.
Rocking and rolling as they try to stand…
Hoping against hope that they soon reach land.
Bleary eyed from lack of sleep.
Down in their cabins, huddled like sheep.
As they’re rocking and rolling down beneath,
Weary sailors above resist with gritted teeth.
Hours later, as the storm starts to dissipate,
It leaves a calm tranquil sea in it wake.
The veteran sailors know the battle is over and they have won…
As they contemplate other storms yet to come.
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morning cappuccino at home each morning
On Saturday morning I awoke to quite an irregularity. In the 6 AM gloaming, the horizon of the Salish Sea, normally empty darkness, was alight like a city skyline. The sea was alive with a fishing boat traffic jam. The commercial seine, gillnet and troll boats all had their lights on, obviously to see what they were doing and to avoid contact with others in the jam. After sunrise the next morning, the sun shone on the fishing boats as if they were on stage. With the fog lifted and being sunlit it was like having my own theatrical performance to enjoy while I had morning coffee and then breakfast of poached eggs on seed toast. Sometimes I can’t believe what a remarkable life I am so fortunate to exist within and to observe.
I found out the commercial fishers are harvesting chum salmon. Right now, in our area, the chum are returning to spawn in their natal streams and rivers. To take a photo of the outrageous nautical traffic jam from our home is futile. I’ve tried in the past and a photo simply does not capture the enormity of what I can see, especially without a proper zoom lens. But what I could capture, are the salmon spawning. That may be a diversion for me later today.
egg salad for lunch
table for two
Oh, and I did a little letter writing this past week too. I sent a letter to my sister and a postcard to a friend. After I took them to the post office, I realized I didn’t take any photos of them. Oh well, next time. Do you write letters or short notes when you send cards by post?
There’s a lot of talk lately about why people still blog. I like blogging because I can share the things I enjoy, as varied (like today’s post) and sometimes subtle as they are. Of course, I also enjoying taking and sharing photographs. The two marry well together, I think. Other bloggers choose to keep to a particular theme (cooking, sewing, knitting, traveling, raising children, running/working out, design, and so on). What happens here is a potpourri of topics, thoughts, creations, and anything else that I choose to share at any particular time. I always appreciate those who stop by and you always make my day when you take the time to leave a note or respond to a question I may ask. I truly appreciate you.
For those who love northern lights or are avid photographers, I’m leaving this video featuring my friend’s brother who was a master northern lights photographer. This is one of Wayne’s awe-inspiring photos of northern lights. I encourage you to view the short video. It will have you in awe. Enjoy.
Photo ©Wayne Roberts, Carcross, Yukon
So my lovelies, until next Monday seek the wonder of Mother Nature and may you rock and roll your way through the week.
The video of the Northern Lights is gorgeous! I’d love to see them someday.
A lot of the bloggers that I “knew” back when I started blogging almost 8 years ago have dropped by the wayside. I do think it’s sometimes hard to keep a schedule with it and I don’t really do that anymore. I try to publish every week or so but, if I don’t, I don’t feel obligated anymore. I think I do it for myself more than anything. Posting one or 2 photos at a time on instagram or Facebook isn’t as satisfying for me. I like to have a little theme going. I like Flickr but it’s altogether different. I would miss it if I stopped, I’m sure, so I’ll be hanging in there with you.
I love this peek into your days, Dianne and would have loved being on that beach after the storm! There’s something so comforting about all your beautiful images. Your posts remind me of May Sarton’s journals, one of my favorite authors.
Such lovely fall photography and thanks for sharing the video about the northern lights and lovely words about stormy seas, I enjoyed them!
A family friend lost his life on a fishing boat, he was very young. It was fifty years ago. Every now and again it still crosses my mind, like today when I read the poem you posted. I love the sea in all its moods but never underestimate its strength.
It truly is always such a pleasure to visit you here, Diane!
I know what you mean about potpourri.
I do the same. Kind of whatever photos mean something to me, and whatever is going on at the time. Many times there is just a photo with very few words. It’s comfortable for me, and to me, that’s what it’s all about. I have to enjoy it, or it becomes just another thing that I feel I have to do. In well over 6 years, that has worked out very well.
I DO write letters. Not a lot, but in particular, to one friend whom I’ve considered a best friend for almost 40 years.
My goodness, the photo of the Northern Lights is absolutely magical! I would love to see this in person some day.
You have a wonderful week, my friend.
xo.