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“When the familiar scene is suddenly strange
Or the well known is what we have yet to learn,
And two worlds meet, and intersect, and change.”
- TS Eliot – To Walter de la Mare
If you view this photo in this size or even larger, you might notice a familiar scene suddenly strange, just a little bit off-kilter, [...]
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…on ice-blue water in the warmth of afternoon wintersun, to destinations known only to your imagination.
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Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. [...]
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Last Friday our skies were cloudy, warm and interesting, prompting a trip to the beach at sunset with the camera and tripod.
The sunset itself was magnificent. It was high tide and the surf was high, too, forcing more than one scramble up on the rocks to save me and the equipment from being soaked. [...]
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The parent looks a tiny bit frazzled and hassled. That may be because these children are no longer little chirping chicks; they’re full-fledged teenagers nearly as big as she, and they expect to be fed regularly.
Of course, we couldn’t relate to that, now could we?
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