Seastacks!
Often, I go there---in
the fantasy of creative-imagination…Very-often!
Easy---for I have been in
its reality…myriad occasions previously.
I hear the lulling
surf-white upon the firm-beach. Delightful!
Sense-the-chill! Smell
the ocean-salt. Most-pleasing!
6 to 8 waves/minute is
average; 26/minute is quite rapid.
Each---a gentle-kiss…to
the berm of firm-sand. Beautiful!
In our intoxicating Great Northwest the event becomes celestially-special.
If
God lived on earth, surely, He would reside in this region!
The blue-Pacific offer spectacular
panoramic-views. Breath-taking!
Over the years, I have shot many a roll of
film capturing the “emotion”.
(Yeah! I actually do know about
digetal-cameras---I even have one…now!)
Sea-stacks add dimension to an already
awesome-scene. With the setting-sun
well beyond the rock-monoliths, dancing ocean
waves caress the base of myriad
stone-escarpments; dark-shadows offer
impressive contrast to orange-sunset.
Dreams!---Sometimes---they’re
enough...forever! . Amen!
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