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...