The Sea

Sky building

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It was one of those days when I had to see the sky and the sea …

A Happy Change

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I had a lovely shift in the weather yesterday:

A grey sky is broken,
by a fresh wind.
The smell of brine, and dog rose.
A new poem begins,
one full of play and white horses.

The Italian Look

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Blues Turns To Hope

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…There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in…
Anthem by Leonard Cohen

Everywhere, there are stories of helpfulness, unity and creativity.

There is light in the dark. There is a crack…

I’ll always remember this beautiful walk:

The wonderful light. The blue sky.
The church tower’s blue dial.
The sky in the sea. A communication in blue.
Joy bubbles. Overflows. Makes you invincible.
Hope fills the heart.

A Weather Window

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Hornbaek

“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”
~ Charles Dickens, Great Expectations.

Skovshoved

Increasing Storm

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冬の太陽

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A Christmas Walk by the Sea

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This is a magnificent beach in Sejerø Bugt in Kattegat. It’s called Gudmindrup. But don’t tell anyone. Keep it as a secret 🙂

The sea was our main entertainment. When company came, we set them before it on rugs, with thermoses and sandwiches and colored umbrellas, as if the water – blue, green, gray, navy or silver as it might be – were enough to watch. ~ Sylvia Plath

The Marvellous Sky

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Light! We spoke photography and light.
When I got home I thought about the sea.
Is there anything better than the light by the sea?
It was to be the mountains: Norway, Valdresflya.
The wide view and a marvellous experience of the sky.
The picture below is from Hundested, North Zealand, Denmark.

The Cup Of Ocean

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What does the cup of ocean hold?
Glory of purple and glint of gold;
Tenderest greens and heavenly blue,
Shot with the sunlight through and through;
Wayward ripples that idly roam.
Tumbling breakers with gallant foam;
Sands and pebbles that chase and slide;
Mystic currents that softly glide;
Mighty spell of the ages old,
This does the cup of ocean hold…

~ Amos Russel Wells