Sometimes when I suffer from cabin fever being land locked on the
farm and a two hour drive from the sea, the Prof indulges me by
driving 500 miles and then some to the OCEAN!
The west coast of the Eyre Peninsular looking south towards
Antarctica, majestic in its beauty and so deceptive in its strength.
Roaring in to assault the shore with its might to carve it into
weird and wonderful shapes.
The Bathtub, a football field sized hollow carved out by roaring
high tides washing in through a gateway sized opening. The sea
has time and to spare to do her handiwork. unhurried and
unceasing she sculpts. Slowly, grain by grain she gnaws creating
ever growing sculptures incomparable in beauty.
How beautiful the blues of the water against the soft dunes and
hard rocky shore, but, like the wicked witch who wears a loving smile,
dare to enter her domain and she will chuckle at your foolhardiness
and drag you in her undertow to certain death.
Her might and majesty as she whips up an army of rolling waves
that even fill the air with spume.
For me, the rush of salt laden wind fills my thirsting soul's longing
and once more it takes flight across the seven seas and is at peace.
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