I miss living close to the sea and sometimes I get a yearning to for sights and sounds, and to smell the sea air. So I headed off to the coast earlier in the week, we had the shore to ourselves.
‘Sea Fever‘ by John Masefield was playing in my head.
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
There is a wonderful calmness about these photos, I love the abstract qualities of photos like these.
I also collected some driftwood to use in my art, and my prize find was the lovely sea worn brick which will become a stand for my work.
This is my first Five on Friday post, run by Love Made My Home, you can read more by clicking on the link on the right.