Nuance - There is no mystery In an onion—tear away All the tissue-thin Layers one by one. You’ll find Nothing irreducible.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
September first and the air is full of impending events. School begins of course, and with it, for me, the fuller contours of a new job. But what is preoccupying everyone here along the usually cooler shores of Nova Scotia is the heat--and the threat of hurricane Earle, swirling up the seaboard from the Caribbean.
For now, the air is still, nearly windless; the sea calm, warm enough to entice us to stay in the water for abnormally long periods. Whatever this is, this heat and stillness, it will not stay, that much is certain. We look over our shoulders superstitiously--how must we pay for this slice of Paradise? And then that worry subsides, worn away by the suck of water on sand, the joyous play of a dog with a stick and the cool prickling of salt on skin.
We are enthralled by the light.
Psyche Beach, Taylor's Head Provincial Park, Nova Scotia
Bathsheba on the beach
Marike rescues a beached crab
Bathsheba buries a stick