The pure strength of Nature is the Sea herself. She is vast, she is rough, she is turbulent, she is eternally mutable. The Sea is unruly and wild; she cannot be controlled by man, beast, plant, rock, nor earth itself. She steals the face of the sky and froths at the mouth, laughing spitefully. Here by the shore, a giggle, there by the cliffside, a belting roar. She isolates with her girth and murders with a sip. She is fear, and death, and strength, and home.
Just got back from a trip to Cape Cod…much more pics to follow :) They’re all already uploaded to this Flickr Set, with gratuitous photos of Jasper the Dog.
Link to the “Sea” challenge and the posts of others’ here.