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Fisherman’s Blues

November 15, 2013

Having spent a few days near the ocean, it gave me opportunity to take in the beauty of the beach. I spent a little time collecting sand-dollars and it became a game for me, running to retrieve and then running back to not get drenched. I felt as though a child, free and spontaneous. We spotted a bird that was injured and had a broken leg. My husband tried to pick him up to move him away from the waves so that he would not drown. He (the bird) pecked at him and we did not have a solution for him other than that. Life presents problems and there are not always easy solutions or answers for every situation. As we continued our walk we saw a group of turkey vulture’s that had congregated near the injured bird. The land-lover that I am could not imagine myself sailing the seas, but I can appreciate those that do and their love for water.

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boy and pelican

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. November 15, 2013 1:23 PM

    Love that being on the beach brought out the child in you!

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  2. November 16, 2013 12:56 AM

    The injured captain, lying in the bow, was at this time buried in thatprofound dejection and indifference which comes, temporarily at least,to even the bravest and most enduring when, willy nilly, the firm fails,the army loses, the ship goes down. The mind of the master of a vesselis rooted deep in the timbers of her, though he commanded for a day or adecade, and this captain had on him the stern impression of a scene inthe greys of dawn of seven turned faces, and later a stump of a top-mastwith a white ball on it that slashed to and fro at the waves, went lowand lower, and down. Thereafter there was something strange in hisvoice. Although steady, it was, deep with mourning, and of a qualitybeyond oration or tears.

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