Scents At Santa Monica's Beach
The sea is a heady brew with all manner of life and decomposition. Unpredictable as the wind blows, its "scents" (the Poets and Storytellers United prompt this week) can shift in a whiff from pungent and fishy to tangy and fresh as rain-drenched leaves at the coastal waters of B.C. where I live, as well as at the Santa Monica shores in California where I recently visited. Beneath the sun-kissed mist hovering in a mostly cloudless sky, the Pacific Ocean breezes cooled the days just a bit while some inland areas endured unbearable three-digit heat. The best place to be was at the beach with the seagulls, luxuriating in the splashes, my toes sinking into the wave-washed sand.
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Beautiful beach scenes! The sunsets are gorgeous. Peace is found at the seashore!
ReplyDeleteHave a great day and week ahead.
Gorgeous photos!
ReplyDeleteLove the poem... "life-weary bones"... I can relate! :)
Good morning! Your poem was mesmerizing to me, stirred me as someone who grew up by the ocean. And I love the idea of the virtual tent and us being each other's audience via the comment you left on my blog.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous photos. To me, there is nothing better than a day at the beach. Looks like you picked a perfect day!
ReplyDelete...this beach bum misses the beach! The one beach shot is a bit busy for this loner!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous beach scenes.
ReplyDeleteLove the opening shot. Fine photo.
ReplyDeleteDivine photos of the ocean and beach ~ nature's gem ~ thanks,
ReplyDeleteWishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
That put me in a trance. It made me miss my home peninsula.
ReplyDeleteLucky to have experienced the California Ocean once. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos and a lovely poem. The sea runs through my veins as well.
ReplyDeleteoops...the above comment was from Rall
ReplyDeleteFantabulous!
ReplyDeleteYou took me there, for sure - which is a marvellous thing and a tribute to your writing... Especially loved the closing two lines. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteI was sniffing the breeze all the way with your words! Thanks for the beautiful seascapes, too.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and lovely photos of the ocean and beach. Love the gulls and the seascapes. Thank you for linking up and sharing your post. Take care, have a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pics! The way you capture the essence of the ocean, from the pungent and fishy to the fresh and rain-soaked, is truly evocative. I can almost feel the Pacific Ocean breezes cooling the air and the joy of being at the beach!
ReplyDeleteThere is something very charming yet very wistful about your piece. That letting go you describe seems so peaceful.
ReplyDeletebeautiful beach scenes
ReplyDeleteI love your poem and your pictures!
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous poem! I love the scents (and sights) of the sea too.
ReplyDeleteScents coming in off the sea do have their smells. Some intriguing, others disgusting. Our beaches off the Gulf Coast waters are like this also.
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Love the poem and these gorgeous photos. It has been many years since our days of living in San Diego, and our excursions north. You have brought back wonderful times, thank you!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos. We just got back from a week and a half on the Alabama Gulf Coast and we loved the beach, the marshes, and the nearby woods.
ReplyDeleteThis post gave a breath of fresh air to me who has almost felt like being suffocated in the humid heat all the summer. I like seaside, the scent of salty air and the wound of waves. I’m touched by your poetry. Why do we feel nostalgic at the sea; there’d be some things that are far deeper than remembrance and memory.
ReplyDeleteStunning sunsets here, with a lovely poem to match.
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