Since ancient times, we have been drawn to the Sea. Whether it was the first Polynesians who traversed the vast Pacific in search of new land, the Vikings raiding the British Isles on their way to Greenland and North America, the ancient Africans trading with South American Indians a long time before Johnny-Come-Lately Christopher Columbus “discovered” the Americas, or modern humans jetsetting to some tropical beach for vacation, “paradise” and “mystery” and “adventure” have often been connected to the Sea.
Within an hour of my arrival in Nairn, Scotland, last month, I was drawn to the sea:
Down the shaded, grassy slopes
and over the red rocks
slippery with emerald sea moss hair
Stopping to look closely
Now, this red ship, where has she been, where is she going next?
At dusk, the sea changes her mood, becomes the Siren singing her haunting melody. I am wandering along Findhorn Bay here:
What would it be like to sneak on one of these sailboats and lay there looking up into the night sky, watching the moon rise? Letting myself be rocked by the gentle motion of the water, listening to the distant singing at the Kimberly Pub? Then swim back to shore as the moon lights my way with a long shaft of light shimmering the water alive?
This blog post is part of the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge, Sea