whispers

The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper;

I cannot quite make it out.

~Annie Dillard

Twinkle little seaglass

Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us
so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or
scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers
like the homesick refugees of a long war.
~Loren Eiseley

Zen

The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper;
I cannot quite make it out.
~Annie Dillard

A bit o'warmth for the Christmas chillies

And now for a short break from the winter ice and snow... a glimpse of the Pacific coast for your viewing pleasure!

Hope you all had a beautiful and perfect Christmas, and that you can all enjoy some time off with your loved ones.

More winter pics coming up soon!

Starlings on the pier

Just another fond memory of a January afternoon stroll on the Brighton Pier, UK.

January skies at dusk

Another one of my favorites from the Brighton Pier, UK.

Brighton Beach, revisited

Just had an urge to sift through some UK pics from last January...
This is one of my favorites of Brighton Beach at sunset, as seen from the famous Pier.

Beachy memories

Malibu sunset, humans scrambling away from the sharks perhaps? *grin*

Traces, erased

I find myself at the extremity of a long beach. How gladly does the spirit leap forth, and suddenly enlarge its sense of being to the full extent of the broad, blue, sunny deep! A greeting and a homage to the Sea! I descend over its margin, and dip my hand into the wave that meets me, and bathe my brow. That far-resounding roar is the Ocean's voice of welcome. His salt breath brings a blessing along with it.
~Nathaniel Hawthorne, "Foot-prints on the Sea-shore"

Vacation comes to an end

...soon moving onto autumnal themes, so please enjoy the last few summer vacation pics by the sea!

Flight

Another shot of Jonathan Livingston ;-)

Beachy clouds

This streak of clouds was quite entertaining, since we either had blue skies, grey skies or fog for most of the time.

Another lonely beach shot

Solitude, serenity, peace, quiet. Perfection.

Shimmer

Setting sun at rising tide, rock hopping to the beat of the sea...

Treasure

The receeding waves leave many treasures behind, if only for a few hours before reclaiming the land. Time for walking, breathing, exploring and, who knows, maybe see a siren or two.

Nature's poem

"Leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but pictures".

Peace

If this is not serenity, then I don't know what is.

Trust the locals!

Although picturesque, this ramp felt kinda wonky as we tiptoed our way down to the sodden blustery beach... but it held, and it will probably hold for years to come.

Ripples

One of my favorite beach scenes... I love walking on the cool, freshly-sculpted sandy sea floor at low tide.

Of pirates and gallows

Vegas' daughter, practicing the plank walk in case she ever gets abducted by sea pirates...