And not my door only. Everyone has a theatre at their doorways, whether city or country or in between. I only have to open my eyes to see it, to feel, or to hear it.
Back in the day, one of my running partners would always encourage this joint meditation:
Tell me what you see.
Tell me what you hear.
Tell me what you smell.
Tell me how you feel.
We would often run five or more miles, "telling" each other, and be so shocked we had covered such a distance.
Today is mauzy, now brightening as I write, the sun burning off the wannabe misty fog.
I see the boat chugging in and take out the zoom lens. I love playing with my camera. And I catch the shot, the mauze, the boat, the trees framing, the mauzy houses opposite.
I wonder if the captain caught enough crab or was (s)he laying mussel nets. I think about a living on the sea. How more meaningful it is to be a harvester, no matter what the catch, eggs, potatoes, fish.
I am a harvester of words. Of pictures. Of dreams.
"Mauzy" seems to be a portmanteau word made up of mist and hazy; I like it. One of my favorites, which I picked up long ago in a Daphne Dumaurier novel, is "mizzling," a combination of mist and drizzling, for that magic moment when the sky hasn't made up its mind between dry and wet.
ReplyDeleteLovely shot WWW! I can almost smell the sea - and it's so long since I did so!
ReplyDeleteYour word, pictorial and dream-filled harvest times, shared with readers are happily frequent and always bountiful. :-)
Lovely word, lovely thought. You are indeed.
ReplyDeleteI wish that I could take walks with someone who will challenge me thus. I can't run!
ReplyDeleteAnd a delightful one you are too.
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ReplyDeleteI just love those words that are onomatopoeic.
Mizzling is a good one to add....
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Oh T~
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You are far too kind!!
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Ah Annie:
ReplyDeleteI think all of us who leap out there in cyberspace and throw our harvest to the wind are similarly minded.
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Ramana:
ReplyDeleteIf I lived any closer we could amble and tell at the same time.
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Lovely image. Despite having Lake Superior on my doorstep, I still miss the sea - somehow, fresh water just doesn't smell the same.
ReplyDeleteYou are a harvester of words, of pictures, of dreams...and, of life.
I agree RJA, lovely 'n all as cottage country is, it lacks the smell of the open sea. I find it enormously invigorating.
ReplyDeleteAnd backatcha, kind sir!
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