Thursday, February 21, 2008

Sunlight Strumming Waves


The title of this post I plundered from a poem of war. The verses took me back to days of fitful sleep on foreign beaches as helicopters choppered dead and wounded overhead.

Here's a post-surf shot from Sunday last - a very different beach in time and place. It was cold but it was lovely. The Nipper's toes turned blue, then red. They squawked and shivered like plucked fowl. I caught a few and threw away a lot more. Isn't it great to batter a sword into a ploughshare once in a while?

3 comments:

Sharkbait said...

Very pretty shot. It's also weird how shallow the water looks when it's that calm and glassy.

Beach Bum said...

Isn't it great to batter a sword into a ploughshare once in a while?

Absolutely, its just that far too many of our "leaders" only have seen a sword in a movie and have no idea what one can do in real life. Great photo, very peaceful and would love to be there.

Beach Bum said...

Thx Beach Bum (always feels like I'm talking to myself - same for you?) - ah yes - "leaders" ... apart from the very few (e.g. Mandela) usually rhymes with users, cheaters, six-time users. Tend not to follwo 'em myself.