The wind blows to the southEcclesiastes 1:6-7
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.
7 All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
there they return again.
If you want to have some fun with our grandson Mr. T (that’s “t” for tornado), you can’t beat running wild on a deserted beach on a windy day. Other than the whole sand in the eyes thing, of course.
What’s also true is that, when it comes to photography, you can’t beat a blustery day at the beach when there is sunshine and clouds and rain and then more sunshine – all with 30-40 mile per hour winds.
The glare, the silhouettes, the light bouncing off the water, the rich colors in the clear light, the hair blown back by the gale, the family playing in the sand. Sunglasses because the sun is so bright, and jackets because the wind is so cold.
It really is good to have accessible open space, especially after a long day of travel from Bahrain. I think this is going to be the perfect spot for our get-together with the family.
The shoreline is a magical place, where the water laps up against the land like an interface between time and eternity, mortal and immortal, corporeal and spiritual, the beginning and the never ending.
I like that idea… and I love this place, and these people, and this good, beautiful, nurturing Earth.
Peace from all of the Mauls, here on the south coast of England – DEREK