Well, kind of …
Blanco, Eight Ball and other assorted Gray whales from the Central Oregon Coast.
Blanco, Eight Ball and other assorted Gray whales from the Central Oregon Coast.
This entry requires re-visiting a haiku previously written, so it’s possible you might recognize the opening lines.
tears drop in ocean
cloaking pain with saltwater
eternal waves roll
and then it becomes …
everything returns
waves and whales riding currents
tides and love a swell
tears drop in ocean
cloaking pain with saltwater
eternal waves roll
“The old man is an old man. The boy is a boy and the fish is a fish. The sharks are all sharks no better and no worse. All the symbolism that people say is shit.” – Ernest Hemingway
Papa famously reacted to explanations about symbolism in his writing as evidence of someone who did not understand his writing.
In the end, only the writer knows what their symbolism truly represents. But what others guess it to represent is also part of the effect of any written piece, intended or not. I often introduce weather in my stories. It’s generally not symbolic, but I could understand if someone inferred such intent because weather often effects the mood of a scene. It’s not a huge leap from mood to meaning. At the least, they intertwine in context and change each other. If a thread sewn into the pattern of a blossom is pulled from a quilt, is it still a flower, or just a thread without guidance?
Only Hemingway knew if his sharks represented anything more than sharks, and he took that secret to the grave, but “The Old Man and the Sea” wouldn’t have been a classic without them.
In this post, the last of our three-part series on San Francisco, your assignment (besides enjoying a tour of the city without leaving your desktop) is to find:
Good luck.
In part one of my three-part photo series depicting the city by the bay, I have gathered pics of the western edge of the city.
Sawyer Glacier.
Ketchikan.
Railroad snowplow.
Clarence Strait.
Ducks.
Easy seas.
Frederick Sound.
Tracy Arm Fjord.
Creek Street.
Mendenhall Glacier.
Frederick Sound.
Iceberg.
Poolside.
Seaplane.
Mendenhall Glacier.
Pacific Ocean.
Victoria.
Forward.
Mill Street.
Ketchikan.
Java.
In fog.
Skagway.
Breakfast.
Frederick Sound.
Note: If you like the Tracy Arm pictures, I am planning a post in the near future focusing entirely on the fjord.
Here are some shots from a recent visit to Depoe Bay and vicinity. The temperature was between 65 and 75 degrees the entire time we were there. Those of you suffering from triple-digit heat might consider a trip to Oregon. If you can’t escape just yet, let these pics bring the cool sea breezes to you.
Try it with a seashell up to your ear. It’s even better.
The West Household Runs Of Love And Laughter
Raku pottery, vases, and gifts
We are all just babes in the woods.
A safari to (re)discover Strasbourg
Traveling Fashion Designers 🌼
Hikes and Travels in Colorado and Beyond
Stories and photos from Scotland
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
"Everyone needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to the soul" -John Muir
Is it destiny, happenstance or stratagem?
Showcasing the beauty of Mother Nature
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
Where Fictional Characters Rule
Wandering Soul Writer
reflections on a passing life
Everyone has a story to tell. This is me, telling mine.
I had to find some way to entertain myself, so I made up stories in my mind. One night I started writing them down and never stopped.