A different form of presentation. Some of these I have posted earlier, but in a group, they appear somewhat differently. So, these are "sea" images from 2015 and this year. Maybe I'll add more later.
This morning, I noticed that the tree outside my window had changed from what counts as an autumnal tree here (bereft of most of its leaves and showing its bones and last dark leaves)--in just a couple of days--into a tree bursting with new leaves, bright yellow-green in the morning sun. Hurrah for spring! It is truly a time for festivals.
Then I walked down to the bay and sat and watched the water and the people and the sky. Here is what I saw there.
From the Tao de Ching:
The Tao that can be talked about or put into words is not the eternal Tao. (1) (Towler translation)
It is serene. Empty.
Infinite. Eternally present.
It is the mother of the universe.
For lack of a better name,
I call it the Tao.
It flows through all things,
inside and outside, and returns
to the origin of all things. (25) (Mitchell translation)
Spring is in the air . . .
Thich Nhat Hanh: "Around us life bursts with miracles--a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, rain drops. If you live in awareness, it is easy to see miracles everywhere." For instance: a beach, the sea, pelicans . . .
Three more images from Sunday in the Park.
Jim Harrison wrote: "I believe in steep drop-offs, the thunderstorm across the lake . . .
cold winds, empty swimming pools,
the overgrown path to the creek, raw garlic,
used tires, taverns, saloons,
bars, gallons of red wine,
stunted lilac groves,
gravel roads that end, brush
piles, thickets . . .
leaky wooden boats, the smell
of used engine oil,
turbulent rivers, lakes without
cottages lost in the woods,
the primrose growing out of a cow skull . . ." In search of small gods
And my list would include parks, bicycles, runners, fishers and the sea in its many forms . . .