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Sunday, February 19, 2012

Seeing the Sea

I write about the turquoise sea. The green sea. The blue, blue-grey, grey ocean. The deep black waves surrounding a ship as it ploughs its way across the Atlantic, its soldier passengers fearfully dreaming of what awaits them when they reach the a distant land.

 

I write about giant waves that thunder up to shore enticing the surf-board enthusiasts who get their daily fix of death-defying ocean encounters. I write about the gentle surf that reaches a stone-filled beach after being chastened by a natural breakwater. The children squatting on the rocks to play are surrounded by the chik-a-chik-a-chik of the stones jostled together by the receding wavelets.

 

I write about the tropical ocean, with fish as colorful as the water. About humans who lounge for days, staring at the place where the sky membrane meets the sea membrane. Sometimes the contrast is vivid: turquoise sea, lowering grey sky. But sometimes the meeting point cannot be discerned and there's the possibility, in the mind's eye at least, that all is sky or all is sea and who is to say which is our natural home?

 

I write about turquoise, aquamarine, sea-foam, slate, periwinkle, gunmetal, and just plain blue-green. Crayola is my teacher.

 

Copyright 2012 Ann Tudor
www.anntudor.ca
http://www.scenesfromthejourney.blogspot.com

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