Far, far out lie the white sails all at rest;
Like spectral arms they seem to touch and cling
Unto the wide horizon. Not a wing
Of truant bird glides down the purpling west;
No breeze dares to intrude, e’en on a quest
To fan a lover’s brow; the waves to sing
Have quite forgotten till the deep shall fling
A bow across its vibrant chords. Then, lest
One moment of the sea’s repose we lose,
Nor furnish Fancy with a thousand themes
Of unimagined sweetness, let us gaze
On this serenity, for as we muse,
Lo! all is restless motion: life’s best dreams
Give changing moods to even halcyon days.
Beautiful~all of it. And now I'm homesick, too. xo
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All wonderful, but those little feetsies walking in the sand just grab my heart. What a great montage of textures!!!!
can i go there? now? please? love, love, this post.
WOW. I have to say, the little feet got me too. So beautiful!!!Thanks for sharing your photos and words in such an inspiring way.
@ Mrs. Parsons, only a lineman's wife can truly appreciate the power-line-pole-rain-boot art, right? And, oh boy, seeing first steps on a sandy white beach was just dreamy!
Beautiful! Gosh, those chubby baby legs are TOO darn cute! Great shots.
Love these pictures…and I'm trying to enjoy them in a non-jealous way.The first picture is my favourite but I can't get enough of those sweet baby legs further down.
such a beautiful experience. those lovely words with your vivid photos… thank you!
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