Our Capricious Wind

Who knew our beach wind could do angles?

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I’ve had this poem memorized since I was very, very little. I rarely feel the wind, or see its work without having these lines run through my memory.

Who Has Seen the Wind?
By Christina Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

The Ocean’s Talking Stick

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Talking sticks are part of Native American culture, particularly the tribes from the Plains (Cheyenne, Blackfoot). They are used in discussions, permitting individuals to share points of view. Each item on the stick has meaning.
This still life is evocative of the shape and form of a Native American talking stick. The reeds and leaves speak of the land, the feather of the sky, and the bubbles of the ocean. This “talking stick”, found just at the water’s edge, speaks of the place where all these elements meet, the tide line.

Frozen in Time

It was really quite cold walking the tide line yesterday, but it was also almost magical. The ocean spray had frozen over the rock jetties and the pilings, and the high tide’s standing water had frozen solid over the sand.
Today it is colder – 12 Fahrenheit, snowing, with 25 mph wind making the wind chill temperature -9. … But the wind is from the west and the storm is clearing out. That combination might be making for a fierce, furious, and magnificent ocean this morning. It would be dangerous to spend any time walking the tide line, but I hope I can manage to at least see the beach in its furious glory!

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