Just an “anxious to get out there” pretty picture, but it’ll be another 3 months or so. Or, you can see it as 2-meter whitecaps.
And even with a PFD!
There’s mist cross those mountains
of ole lady Pitt,
she draws back the thin veil
and glimmers mud spit,
where two falcons on keel
and blue waterman’s ride,
float mysterious airs
before what comes on next tide.
That is a beautiful piece of poetry. I feel privileged that it is based on my picture.
Thank you. It is an exceptionally fine image, and much more worthy than my machinations in meter. Kind of near a speechless moment, really, where you pull away the viewfinder from eye, post-click, hoping you’ve captured one-tenth the meditative balm that the eye-to-brain-to-soul connection is presently providing. Like many of these wonderful images shared here. Perhaps the pinnacle in our reason to push ourselves with paddle to these (stealing from Van the Man here) haunts of ancient peace.
Haunts of current peace.
Made the trek to Silver River yesterday. Always a beautiful paddle - saw lots of alligators, a manatee and the troupe of feral rhesus macaques that the area is famous for. Oh and one of the largest springs in the state!
I’ve been right there a couple of times in a kayak. Wish I were there now.
Evening at Hunting Island. Wow!
Early evening , Hunting Island
Our daughter took these last weekend.
Up the Jervis,
sky kisses water glassine,
where hazy hillsides hover,
to reflect in marine,
paddle blades from catch,
draw up the droplet curl,
which wakes a pendant wave,
by aerated unfurl,
Princess Louisa awaits,
her hush in pristine lochs,
till water has its say,
and falls in chatterbox.
I hover water,
like the mist,
an inclination,
I’ll cross as wisp.
That is simply beautiful. You have such a talent. Your poems with peoples pretty pictures would make a lovely book. I would buy one.
S’Morgue As Berg Blue Plate Special
(Bergy Bits and Bites)
or, Will You Be Dining Here Tonight, Mr. Shackleton?
A vast expanse
sates hungered venture.
Leads eye to try
frozen indenture.
All opening’s
served from loose plate,
till closing time’s
cold bill of fate.
Well, looks like it’ll be carry out tonight.