They live in the wind
On the spray of the sea
They live with the heat
From the sun
This stretch of beach holds many memories for me. I have been visiting this place all my life. My parents and an Aunt and Uncle brought me here as a child to run on the sands, collect shells and paddle in the sea. I have been coming here from childhood to adulthood and as they say, a sunset is never the same, reminding me that memories remain and tomorrow will bring more to remember.
WordPress Challenge: Memory
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!
Night after night her purple traffic
Strews the landing with opal bales;
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.
Poem by Emily Dickinson No.13 The Sea of Sunset
Photograph my own ©JaniceTSalmon2014
This weeks WordPress Photo Challenge:
“Share a photograph inspired by a favorite poem, verse, story, or song lyric. Bonus points if you share why the particular text resonates with you. (Though you certainly don’t have to!) If you’re not feeling especially literary or musical this week, see if you can capture the beauty of morning or evening half-light in your corner of the globe”.
You know I love Emily Dickinson poetry, so who better. The photo was taken in my town at the channel on a glorious evening in Spring 2014.