Sneaker Waves and Ghost Trees
It seems the ocean has washed away my words.
Caught by a sneaker wave.
Still and silent,
I have spent early mornings
watching the abalone divers.
Rubbery and squeaky in their black suits
as they measure their catch
their ocean rock home.
Harbor seals appear as if ghosts
in the summer fog
to dip my hands in tide pools,
chase hermit crabs and sculpins
and softly rub the backs
clay has called me back
so much has happened in my little studio
in between the ocean
the golden foothills
fauna and flora
Lovely words, the ocean is so inspiring, you've reminded me of the many trips I used to take to Cambria and Marin county to lots of tidepools and the eucalyptus forests.ReplyDelete
Cambria is a beautiful coastal town. It has been some time since I went that far south on the coast. We were in Monterrey not too long ago, watching the sea otters float-napping in the sea weed forest just offshore. It is very meditative, too.Delete
and i love particulary your ghost trees...
Well done Miss Reinhart !! ^^
I love the eyes looking into distance. Looking forward to seeing the finished sculpture. : )ReplyDelete
It's finished and waiting for a photo session later this month.Delete
Oh Sorry, please forgive me. I have been with blurry eyes with chaotic brain recently - essay writing is hurting my brain. : (Delete
no apologies---my photo is blurry, too...I hope your essay writing is going smoother...Delete
Beautifully wistful countenance in the ghostly mist.ReplyDelete
Oh, those eyes.
Forget-me-not blue...the little flowers wildly grow in the redwoods here...and in the morning fog look so bright......Delete
Hello Charlene, I love this captivating sculpture; the delicate hues of the face and those powerful, haunting eyes. The words are beautiful too..it must be wonderful to live in such an inspiring environment and to wander along the sea shore, enjoying nature. :)ReplyDelete
Hello Mark--Inspiration is where one finds it while watching for that sneaker wave--Delete