A truth known to most cultures that preceded us is that the ocean is a great spiritual entity that gives more to our souls than to our bodies. The Greeks and others who imagined the ocean as divine were way ahead of us in sophistication. Not only are they a bountiful source of fish, transportation and recreation but they are full of echoes from ancient mythology and lore, and perfect for just standing and staring and contemplating. Magic!
I'm not sure that I buy into all of your "great spiritual entity" theory Genie, but there is something very compelling (at least to me) about images of people looking out to sea. What are they looking at? What are they thinking?Knowing these three kids there must have been something very interesting to make them all stand still and look in the same direction at the same time long enough to enable someone (one parent or the other I assume) to take a picture of them.The answer may be more mundane than "echoes from ancient mythology and lore."I will report when I discover the answer to the mystery.
Geez, I thought I'd already posted the definitive post on this, which explained not only why people go to the beach, but what the real meaning of life is.
Thank you, O Docker ....a great post and great photos (I really love that piece of wood!). It appears that you have been deeply schooled in reverence for nature. I could mention the three thousand Oceanids and Sandor Ferenczi's "thalassal regressive trend", but it might be too much for Tillerman.
I must go down to the seas again, where the billows romp and reel,So all I ask is a large ship that rides on an even keel,And a mild breeze and a broad deck with a slight list to leeward,And a clean chair in a snug nook and a nice, kind steward.I must go down to the seas again, the sport of wind and tide,As the grey wave and the green wave play leapfrog over the side.And all I ask is a glassy calm with a bone-dry scupper,A good book and a warm rug and a light, plain supper.I must go down to the seas again, though there I’m a total loss,And can’t say which is worst: the pitch, the plunge, the roll, the toss.But all I ask is a safe retreat in a bar well tended,And a soft berth and a smooth course till the long trip’s ended.
I love how you've strayed from the serious 'Laser' content, and gently eased into the 'GrandDad' postings as of the past year or so. It shows a softer, more appreciative side of you; not so concerned about hiking stance as you are about the 'extensions', and how they are lined up neatly in your bed. We all notice, Tillerman, and you will from now on be seen in a kinder, gentler light.
Thanks, Genie, and thanks for clearing this up for me, too.I always thought Thalassal Regressive Trend was a grunge band from Portland.
I have always tried to provide a variety of posts on this blog. Believe it or not some people actually come here for "serious" Laser content and complain when I stray too much from that mission. But I also like to comment on sailing issues of topical interest, wander off into sailing history, write the odd post or two on weather and the environment, cover my running (and running injuries) and, yes, give the occasional update on the tiller extensions. Some people like to read about food, drink, sex and rock-and-roll but I think those are rather esoteric minority interests so I don't go there that often.
I learn so much from my amazingly well-read readers. Now I know what a grunge band is.