What with snow storms, birthday parties, Katherine waking in the wee hours and John’s grandmother being in hospital, the realisation that I wouldn’t get any work done this weekend dawned on me gradually as the weekend progressed. I was really hoping to snatch a few hours somewhere in there, but it didn’t happen. Hopefully I’ll be able to compensate during the evenings this week!
The one artistic redemption to the weekend occurred on Sunday, while I was en route to the supermarket. When possible, I take the shore road from Torbay into town, swinging along Marine Drive and Outer Cove. It’s marginally slower, but the views are spectacular and the traffic is considerably less. Had my camera with me and here’s what I serendipitously found:
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
The following are a collection of photos taken on Middle Cove Beach. One of my favourite poems as a child was Masefield’s Sea Fever. The older I get, the more I understand how one can be inexorably drawn to the ocean. I couldn’t stop pushing the shutter, but managed to limit my posting here to about 1/20 of what I took…..
For those of you who know Middle Cove, I was standing against the base of the bank that leads up the the farm next to the parking lot and the surf almost reached me as it crept in on occasion. I’ve never seen it that wild there.