Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: 2016 Week 44
Leaving Galveston on 9/11, we had an escort of US Coastguard. The Jo Kiri had an escort of dolphins. I thought at first they were trying to get out of the way, but no, they jumped, leapt, fell, splashed and returned. This went on until the Jo Kiri was out of sight.
The photo that the prompt is written on can be found at the link below:
Thursday photo prompt – Anomaly #writephoto
At dusk, everything is golden. The sun stretches, reaches long fingers to the land. One last caress to her children, one last kiss. Out there in the distance, they normally turned their heads away, as children do. It’s all part of the cycle of growing up. She never resented that. Tonight, though, she heard a sound, a coo perhaps of happiness, and turning saw a reflection of her own love reflected back at her. This was special, something she would see after a storm in the middle of the day. Musical notes added to the coo, until at last all of the sun’s errant children sang to her glory. Smiling at the rainbow, she clucked her tongue and tucked them into bed. Her sister the moon would protect them tonight.
And so the wave lashes its way through the blues of the white sand beach of Tulum. Here is where the Corona ads are created, the Atlantic Ocean, forever picking up a load of sand and moving it as I rearrange the furniture each Christmas. Weed washes ashore only to be thrown back into the shallows as the next wave retreats. Hypnotizing, the waves coming to and fro.
I met a man here on our lunch break. My husband had wandered off to find something he had seen. He was beautiful. I am not. My age, or it seemed so. He made no attempt to lure me into a tepid affair but wanted to know what I saw when I looked around. A kindred spirit of the kind that finds me. It’s totally random, but there is a depth in people that if we give them time to listen to it, comes to be something that must be shared by another spirit. We talked of life, love and how our journeys were never at an end. If he could, he would sit and watch the blues change all day long. So would I. It was a soothing spot, salsa music playing and the smell of chicken roasting in herbs for lunch. Traveling the world had given him scars, but he bore them with pride. He was not a conquerer, instead he was an observer of life.
The camera I used is a Canon G-10. My 50D had gotten totally drowned the day before and was drying. So I had to rely on my little friend the G-10 to record the moment. You can almost feel the grit in the water when you look at the wave. Geologists talk about the work load that a wave can carry. This one is carrying a heavy load. The water is restrained by the weight and is still able to arrive with bubbles, froth, and seaweed.
Studies done, time to play! My somber daughter believes in play, and she’s been playing for a long, long time.
Perhaps…FairyCon in Maryland?
Perhaps…Role Play?
Perhaps…A nightly nurse play? Or perhaps…Playing at a Parade?
Play Ball?
Without the world of play, stress would grow. Without the world of play, we’d forget to laugh. Without the world of play, companionship isn’t as fun.
Thanks for today’s challenge.
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Dragons like shiny balls. Lights shine on mirrors, ornaments and Christmas trees. Lights shine independently and in the dark of night. They shine on castles in Budapest.
But the best thing that shines is my daughter with happiness in the dress she made for her wedding…three years ago. She still shines with that happiness today.
These were taken in Barcelona at the site of their World’s Fair with a Canon Digital Rebel. The fountains are lit at night during the summer with changing water heights and color.
I have to go to pictures to tell you about vacation at this point. There was the parade for kids at 9:30 in the morning. Old people are sleeping in on a day at sea that early. But there sure were a lot of kids at heart at the parade.
Then there are the dolphins leaping in front of a ship, riding the waves.
There was the Coast Guard Escort.
There was Tulum on the Atlantic Ocean with its white sand beaches and the restaurant that followed.
And French Key in Honduras:
Dunbar Falls and the Green Grotto in Jamaica:
There was Chichen Itza:
And Kohunlich
Where it rained and rained and rained….
There was the Promenade…on the ship:
And Galveston:
And ships and ports:
And Dreams and clouds:
Ann WJ White 