June 6, 2017
For Tuesday’s timely entertainment I thought we look at waves that don’t crash, ever. Doesn’t that sound like just the remedy needed for the current sense of being swept up and potentially drowned by the waves that rock our (national) lives?
The link below leads you to a magnificent couple of cinema graphs – at least I find them fascinating. Movement without displacement, quite the feat.
For those of you who have not yet reached quite that stage of vivid, albeit fearful imagination, I offer photographs that lure you to an escape to the beach.
The Oregon coast has much to offer, including beauty that is stark black and grey.
And misty.
And altogether restorative in its untamed, watery nature. I, for one, cannot wait to get back there.
And if that still doesn’t cheer you up you can always turn to the nearest sign boards ( this came across my twitter screen, not photographed by me, alas….)
Steve Tilden
BEAUTIFUL!
I know what those waves feel like. I’ve done a lot of body surfing — no board, fins, catch the wave when it is just about to break, race sideways down it’s face, skin skimming over the surface, plunge into the shallow at the bottom, turn, kick as the wave crashes over and past, swim out for the next ride. To catch a ride with one’s body the wave has to be extremely steep, on the verge of that tube. Rides very brief and very fast. The illusion of speed is magnified by being part of that wave for a few seconds. The best beaches were Sandy and Makapu’u, and I’m still alive because I learned how to maneuver in the powerful weight of towering water. Sandy beach was off limits to military personnel because a guy from Nebraska would be swept out to sea by the massive undertow and drown.
BEAUTIFUL!
Martha Ullman West
For the past couple of weeks I’ve been saying to myself and anyone else who might listen that if I don’t get to the beach soon I’m going to go stark raving bonkers. These photographs are indeed enticing, many thanks.