16 Tuesday Dec 2014
Posted in Photography, Quotations, Sea
“I was a man who thrived on solitude… I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.”
– Charles Bukowski, Factotum
“If you don’t become the ocean, you’ll be seasick every day.”
– Leonard Cohen
“The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly the one you’ll never have.”
– Søren Kierkegaard
13 Thursday Jun 2013
Posted in Video
30 Thursday May 2013
Posted in Photography, Poetry, Sea
Tags
Beach, Black and White, Black and White Photography, Brine, Florida, Monochrome, Nature, Ocean, Poem, Poetry, Sea, Surf, Surfers, Waves
Guttural beach-break
Sharks breaching the minty waves
Skimmers sweeping swash
Littoral loafing
Cormorant airing her wings
Sodden charcoal-black
Dune scarp tunnel-pocked
Ghost crab rushes to the brine
Sudsy spume hissing
Sanderlings hurry
As a rogue wave swamps the cusp
Children disappear
Fish tale washes in
Air redolent of sunscreen
Wax melting in sun
17 Friday May 2013
Posted in Photography, Quotations, Sea
“We can speak without voice to the trees and the clouds and the waves of the sea. Without words they respond through the rustling of leaves and the moving of clouds and the murmuring of the sea.”
-Paul Tillich
17 Saturday Nov 2012
Posted in Photography, Poetry, Sea
Tags
Black and White, Brine, East Coast, Florida, Nature, Ocean, Photography, Poetry, Sea, Surf
Starlings probe
In vain
This place
Where the Sea is heard
Ravaging the Shore
Just a jaunt away
03 Saturday Nov 2012
Posted in Photography, Poetry, Sea
Tags
Brine, Frankenstorm, Hurricane, Nature, Ocean, Photography, Poetry, Sea
Uvid memory
Maximious rage-
October’s hurricane
Dunes avulsed and shorn
Sharp edges of jagged sand
Like eroded bluffs
Before Entropy
Blears them smooth again
Brine spits up seashells
So pacative, now
With the soughing wind
And Virason’s tangy scent
Moon hovers in afternoon
Marsh rabbit peering out
Where sea-oats remain
In blinking sunlight
As November comes
With a gentle wave
And long, sad Shadow
17 Monday Sep 2012
Posted in Introspection, Photography, Sea, Stories
Tags
Atlantic Coast, Brine, Dawn, East Coast, Euphoria, Florida, Life, Morning, Nature, Ocean, Passion, Photography, Sea, Shark, Story, Sunrise, Surf, Surf Photography
Entranced by the dawn, Briny Lass slithered into the seethe, black and glinting like a seal, with a flash of lemon flipper. The waves were building. Energy flowed through the brine. She pummeled through the mint-green swell, on the hunt for sharks as they began their early-morn feed. When she felt a rush of lissome bodies sliding all around her, and spotted an eager pelican sweeping above with glazed blue eye keen on a meal below- she knew she had found the perfect place to loom and wait for a breach.
Two hours rolled by, the waters frilling with life, each back-lit wave brimming with the dark silhouettes of fleeing fish, but still no breach. Lone Surfer paddled happily past her, encased in contented oblivion. Some wave sets passed, and then, as the Old Salty Lass clambered up the glassy visage of a vast wave, there came a great roar shattering the din of the sea, just beyond. Exuberantly, she clawed to the top and was greeted by a sight of majestic splendor. Before her a great geyser of what seemed to be thousands of fish rocketed into the air, desperately trying to flee the ocean and take wing, to escape the death of the great gleaming maw of the most immense and powerful Shark the Briny Lass had ever met. He twisted toward the sweeping heavens, dancing on the wind, pirouetting like a ballerina, amidst the fountain of fleeing prey. There was a great crash like the sound of an orca’s body colliding with the surface of the sea as the creature plummeted back into the depths.
At this point, lone Surfer’s smiling oblivion was destroyed, as he found himself right in the midst of this fantastic marine saga. He proceeded to rapidly paddle toward shore, turning to say to the Lass of Brine as he swept by, “Did you see that big shark?!”
“Oh yes,” she grinningly replied with squeals of joy, rapidly finning toward Shark, “Absolutely stunning! Just what I came out here for!”
And so the humans parted. It was not much longer before the barnacled old Briny Lass, too, was bound to recede back into the terrestrial life, as her three-hour session was coming to its end. Even as she made her way back, shuffled through the sands, and began beetling toward her old, wind-lashed, salt-encased, craggy, weathered abode by the sea, the vitative rush of euphoria still surged through her being, and she knew upon the dawn of the morrow, she and Shark would be compelled to meet again.
Ebullient cheers,
Autumn Jade
A Day in the Brine 