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Feb.11.2012
Hemingway’s Boat, by Paul Hendrickson
image via csmonitor.com
“You know you love the sea and would not be anywhere else…She is just there and the wind moves her and the current moves her and they fight on her surface but down below none of it matters.”
That’s a segment from...
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Jan.17.2012
I cannot swim. I cannot even drown. There is wood in me from the tree of life. It keeps me afloat. I ingest the tears of the ocean. I can listen to it even as my ears get blocked. Shut out the sounds. There must not be so much moaning. Water flows, they say. I still do not know where. It crashes...
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Dec.20.2011
Mist was rising off Stowe Lake in smoky tendrils as I began my early morning walk in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park. Patterns of sunlight foretold the advent of a breathtaking day as it filigreed across the hard packed earth of the path. Ducks and mean tempered geese along with other waterfowl...
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Nov.23.2011
We took a weekend trip to Carmel to celebrate our one year anniversary together. Our weekend began on Sunday and ended on Tuesday. We both love the sleepiness of Carmel, the quaint fairy tale feel of it— and the ocean being right there.
I wanted to take a piece of the ocean back with me.
I noticed...
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Oct.24.2011
when ocean and wind unite, bound by sacred lovewind impregnates ocean, with gusts from above
she sways heavily, carrying his energywind in her womb, a powerful synergy
she goes into labor,...
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Oct.01.2011
After a career in the corporate world, Charlotte K. Omillin decided to dedicate her time to writing and illustrating stories for children. She’s the author of The Adventures of Zeppi series. A lover of nature and the environment, Omillin interweaves the ecological theme in her...
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Aug.24.2011
Innocent I went forth, in search of the Sambro lighthouse. The Sambro lighthouse is the oldest surviving lighthouse in North America. It still has a functioning light and foghorn, powered by solar energy. The island upon which it stands is now uninhabited. There are no regular ferries...
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Jul.25.2011
This is just a beginning, to get me started. I’m still processing how I felt walking the Golden Gate Bridge for the first time. I’m not sure why I chose this picture, just a glimpse of the bridge, not even a glimpse—all ocean.
What stands out for me is waking from sleep slowly the morning after;...
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Jun.13.2011
I must go down to the sea. I must.
Perhaps it’s the combination of grit and smooth, cool and sun – warm on my bare feet - my human feet connecting with the sands of a thousand years that puts my life into perspective.
And wading slowly into waters that have touched many shores and ships and...
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Jun.03.2011
Silky swirls of a soft saxophone fall across my shoulders and cause me to relax and link words together to string a necklace around the morning. I’m thinking of the ocean, I’m remembering how your hands – warm from the white sand felt touching my cool skin.
I remember being so close that I...
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