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Pictures of waves invariably disappoint but I just couldn’t resist trying.

I spent a few moments yesterday staring at the waves coming from who knows where and headed to anybody’s guess. It is mesmerizing to have them paraded in front of you for as long as long as you care to look and for as far as the eye can see. The forecasted size was 3-4m and we had every bit of that and more.

They are often compared to marching soldiers but I find that comparison lacking to say the least. There is a very practiced uniformity to almost anything that a soldier does and marching is right at the top of the list. There is nothing at all uniform about the swell and therein, at least for me, I are the foundations for my fascination. Each one unique. An infinitely variable seascape that changes with every blink. How could you possibly be bored?

Follow my tracks in real-time:


1 Comment
  • Claude
    Posted at 20:39h, 29 March Reply

    In weather like today having a fellow partner would make the difference of the world.

    Heavy weather conditions are great only when you have enough energy to enjoy it. I wish you the time of your life.

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