The winds blew all night…gusting to around 120 km/h. When the dawn finally let enough light seep through the grey, we could see the water surging and rushing the rock wall in front of our house. Impressive doesn’t even begin to describe it. Humbling? That might be a slightly better description.
Every once in a while Mother Nature just reminds you how insignificant you really are. The power of wind and waves is something to behold. Not a bad reminder to clear the decks now and again.
Just knock all the crap off the top of the desk (or fill in the blank here with your choice…dresser, coffee table, countertop, etc) and then only put back what is necessary, useful and/or beautiful. If it’s beautiful and necessary all at the same time, well that’s a keeper for sure. But if you want to hold on to it only because you love it and it has aesthetic merit? Well actually that counts too. In fact, I’m thinking that might even count more than the useful items…
Anyways, the storm was a beauty. It was marvelous walking around and checking out all the massive rearranging that went on. This photo is just up from our house on the seawall in Davis Bay. Nobody was sitting on any of these benches for some reason.
First glance I thought this was snow swirling around the bench, which is what I see looking out my (Winnipeg) window. Snow, I mean. Not swirling at the moment. An evocative photo. — I haven’t been around your site long enough to quite know what the memoir will focus on (your travels? your growing up?) but encouraging you to keep at it…
Nice photo–I agree, not a good day for a walk or sitting a spell at the beach.