I cannot seem to ever watch the waves crashing with any lack of interest. Each one is unique in formation and termination. And as the cycle of waves builds and eddies from smaller to robust, I am thrilled again at the power and drive with which the water is flung upon the shore. The sound makes my heart swell. The light revealing the water's character as each wave is helplessly drawn skyward will repeatedly draw my close attention.
I am compelled to try, once again, to capture its essence - the essence of a moment that will never be exactly repeated, only enacted time and time again.
The sneaker waves were mighty sneaky on Damon Point this weekend. The mean winter tide has again taken what it felt it was owed from the land. Sand had washed up on what was left of a paved entrance used years ago and long since given up as a sacrifice. There was once a Snowy Plover nesting ground in this area, too, but no more. One more winter and the bordering campground will have to admit defeat of a portion what it thought was safe.
It makes me wonder why the city, or even state, doesn't find priority with saving property by building seawalls, similar to other threatened shoreline (like Seaside, Oregon). The cost surely could be justified, especially when resorts are facing great loss and a public highway will have to, once again, be rerouted to higher ground. It would seem that there are fixes that actually work; however, simply dumping large rocks and debris in the tides way only seems to be a challenge instead of a hindrance to the destructive tide.
But, I suppose those issues are not for me to concern myself - I will leave it to those far smarter than myself.
|the snow-covered Olympics in the distance|
For now, I need to concentrate on finishing my research final for religion class...
...as the birds play in the wind and dodge the spray.