Sweep, wild winds, sweep...

...and tear the deep to atoms in the storm.

(quoting Paul Laurence Dunbar)

I am the watcher at the gates of dawn...

...where there is no eve, no noon, or morn.


(quoting Dick Richardson)

There has been no train today...

See? The clouds are telling you so.

After a night of thundering winds...

The morning is welcome.

Snow on the water...

Today 9.45 a.m.

The secret is in the light...

(This is my first fully manual picture - Thanks to my teacher Tom)

Morning has broken...

...like the first morning.

Cumulus and a hint of a mackeral sky...

I think!

Blue Monday...

There may be rain...

Sail the sea of green with me...

...Only in the sea may one be free.  

(quoting Frederick J.Meyer)

Ships that pass in the night...

Torchlight moon...

Small pool...

The sea will steal the land...

...Just wait and see...

I would build a cloudy house...

For all my thoughts to live in...

(quoting Elizabeth Browning)

Tall ship passing this morning

It was magical.

And the skies always had little fluffy clouds...

Sunset reflected

Sometimes the strongest winds make the smallest waves...

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon...

Today is not an outdoors day.

Now the great winds shoreward blow, Now the salt tides seaward flow, Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray...

“Is it so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, 

To have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done?”

(Matthew Arnold)

There is a storm coming...

We must not be afraid.  

...there are constants even in the midst of mayhem.

There are dolphins to the starboard bow...

All lost things seem to drift down to the sea, and so did I...

For every sailed ship there is a missed boat...

Nature is a painter...

Ducks can soar...

...its nice to know.

To always, always get up early...

...like the birds.