Majestic - humbling - transfixing - oh so beautiful. I could walk the beach and stare out to sea forever. On the day that I took these photos (and oh, the desperate time that I had them whittling down to the ones posted here), the weather was wonderful, and the surf was tumultuous. Froth and foam and crashing waves!
Watching the waves hit shore, and then continue on down the line, was like watching a series of fireworks go off, one right after the other - incredible!
I can understand why the colors of the sea are so popular in decorating - I am calmed and relaxed whenever I'm around them.
It honestly looks and feels as though the ocean is throwing its waves at you - the force is so astounding.
Here it comes!
The final picture above was the last one that I took - because - the burst of spray through the blow hole (that's "rogue wave" to my Stuart friends), didn't stop when I snapped that shot. It nailed me from about the chin down (thank God my camera was up to my eye!) Aside from soaking me, and my empty camera bag (expect for the charger ), the water was filled with sand. I was plastered! I wish that there had been someone taking a picture of me taking a picture - now there'd be money in that one!
When I got back to the complex, I pulled into the spot designated for washing cars, and hosed myself down. What a sight!
My camera seems to be fine, despite getting a few drops on it, and the camera bag came through the washer and dryer without a problem. I lost my lens cap and the charger may be kaput - but it could have been much worse! Next time, when I think that I'm far enough back - I'll know to take several more steps to the rear! Wow!
Thank you to my blogging friends, Little Pink Cakes, in Berlin, for sharing my opening quote in a previous post.