the beautiful, wild and wonderful sea
heaving, thundering, rhythmic... changing colour as it moves
these pictures are from cornwall... we were there just days ago
the finest rain ever - they call it "mizzle"
oddly enough, that's the colour of the painted breakfast room at a b&b we stayed at, weeks before in scotland - I asked...
mizzle... i called it "water in the air", too fine for rain, too much for mist
i actually didn't mind it so much, except you can get awfully wet, awfully fast
cold, wet, wind - just what you'd expect for his time of year
we walked on the beach, around the headland, facing the wind and spray full on
cornwall is not for the faint of heart
i realized as i gazed around, the colours before me are my preferred palette, the colours of he sand and sea, the rocks and sky - i first learned them in the yukon, on marsh lake
i like how the mist makes everything seem to be out of focus - sometimes i think the world is easier to take if it's a little out of focus, a little less sharp around the edges...
the days are winding down now, we have only three left... thoughts are turning toward home, slowly it creeps back into the conscious
my mind is so full of all we have seen and done, all i have thought - the philosopher in me has been very busy... I have so much to tell you
but first, i have so much to pack!