Sometimes you have to remind yourself that the sun will hoist itself over a blue band of clouds and pause halfway like a plump yellow bulb, and on still mornings the mist hangs heavy above straw-grass marshes. Sea birds skid into the water feet first, and when they do, shaggy-haired dogs dance at the edge of the ocean and bark.
The tide thumps at the sea wall, or gathers itself back like a rumpled bedspread and far on the horizon, a granite lighthouse guards the waters it has protected for over 150 years.
Most of all you have to remember that whether or not you get a picture of some of it, or all, the images rest inside of you. When clouds hover, or the tectonic plates in your own life shift, they remain, ready for delivery. You can lay them out, like post cards from a brief vacation, a moment of respite from that which may tempt you to forget.
17 comments:
What the camera doesn't capture, our mind remembers.
You can always rely on mother nature to deliver! Beautiful pic and words, thank you! Take care
x
Beautiful imagery.
Yes and yes and yes! Thank you dear Liza for these affirming words and gorgeous image. I needed this...
This was wonderful! Truly beautiful words. Thx for sharing.
Lovely words and image :)
Very nice! Like poetry.
Such lovely images, both words and photo. I'm so glad our brains can take snapshots when no other means exists. :)
Beautiful, Liza! Photos enable us to hear the water and feel the sun's rays.
Happy you love grits! We should have breakfast together! I especially enjoy shrimp grits. But the shrimp have to be from the Gulf of Mexico or they don't taste like shrimp.
Your beautiful writing created a lovely picture in my mind. The photo is eye candy. Such a sense of peace, but how well I know how violent the ocean can become.
Wow . . . Can I just say that I'd SO love to be there . . .
The image you painted with your words is every bit as beautiful as the one you took with your camera. Lovely.
Your words are so lovely!
beautiful pic. I'm seldom up early enough to capture the sunrise anywhere but on my way to work and then I never have enough time to stop!
You have just made my heart cry for home. I miss the sounds, the smells and the feel of the sea in the air, while I am here in the depths of the mid-west. Only 12 weeks til I walk the sands and breathe the air of my homeland.
Lovely, Liza. Really lovely. I did a post just yesterday on my other blog, talking about how I've always been drawn to the coast and you're words have summed up my feelings more beautifully than I ever could. Thank you for that.
I'm so glad that you and your family enjoyed the brisket. It's definitely a favorite around here. Hope your weekend is a glorius one! ~ Mary
Oh . . . I just LOVE your picture of the beach. Wish I was there right now! Hi there. Just checking out different blogs from the Insecure Writers Linky list. Pop by mine if you'd like :)
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