Crashing Waves

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This morning, the ocean: a frothy, white thundering herd

One of those not rare precisely but still uncommon days where the sea is all about rising and charging anything stationary, say a beach.

I’ve seen many paintings of breaking waves depicted as white steeds, manes flaring, eyes intent on the shore, and I can see why the artist viewed them this way, for this is the way the waves and the sea view themselves, and the way they view themselves is the way they appear to the nobler souls — such as painters.

Still, seeing it again, in real-time, real-life, surround-sound is a chilling and uplifting experience. The waves do look like charging steeds, they do sound like hoofs crashing as they break and churn the water into froth an almost mile wide. Over and over and over, tirelessly.

And there I stand, on the western-most rim of our continent, welcoming millions of tons of water to our shores, over and over and over again.

P.S. If you like what you’ve read here and would like to contribute to the creative motion, as it were, you can do so via PayPal: here.