Tuesday, August 15, 2006





With the wind whipping the spray into the air
I hear the waves’ glorious poundings on the rocks
The cries of the gulls
Are lost in the rush

5 comments:

Trée said...

Alright, now you're just rubbing it in. :-D

But it feels so good, so just keep rubbing. Reminds me of the Smokey Mountains, that is if you took the water out of the picture. :-)

Minka said...

Very mysterious pciture, along iwth teh words almost traumatizing...in a good way :)

:P fuzzbox said...

Great post. Your words compliment the pic well. Have you ever went to my fuzztexas blog? I would love to hear your opinion on it.

tsduff said...

Trée - :-D I've never seen the Smokey Mountains in person, but I imagine they could look like that.

Monika - oh no! I don't want you to be traumatized! It is a fiercely dramatic place, but it is all good :-)

Thanks Fuzz - for the kind words. As a matter of fact yes, I have lurked at the Texas blog, but never left a comment. Truely awesome pictures there. (Even the toilet paper documentation.. LOL)

Autumn Storm said...

Perfection.