Writing is reporting what we saw after the vision has left us. It is catching the fish which the tide has left far up on our shores in the low and depressed places.
Imagine all the people you meet in your life. There are so many. They come in like waves, trickling in and out with the tide. Some waves are much bigger and make more of an impact than others. Sometimes the waves bring with them things from deep in the bottom of the sea and they leave those things tossed onto the shore. Imprints against the grains of sand that prove the waves had once been there, long after the tide recedes.
― Colleen Hoover, It Ends with Us
There anchoring, Peter chose from man to hide, There hang his head, and view the lazy tide In its hot slimy channel slowly glide; Where the small eels that left the deeper way For the warm shore, within the shallows play; Where gaping mussels, left upon the mud, Slope their slow passage to the fallen flood.
– George Crabbe, The Borough, letter 22,’Peter Grimes’
Feel like watching the clouds roll by? The mystery of Simon Christen’s short time lapse film, The Unseen Sea, is palpable and spellbinding as it reveals the play of light and shadow seen in several views of San Francisco Bay. For me, the final image of the moon sinking below the clouds into darkness is a profound piece of visual poetry. What do you see?