“The ocean was alive with little peaks …. every swell was born in a different place, made from a specific recipe of wind, time, and water, …… each wave was unique as a fingerprint. It has its own provenance and its own destiny, clashing against its neighbors or merging with them, leaping out of the seascape or dissolving back into it.”
The Wave by Susan Casey
Last night, we received the first storm of the season. Yesterday, I spent about a half hour standing on the south jetty at Clatsop waiting for the perfect wave. As the tide continued to rise and the waves pummeled the jetty, I decided that this one would have to suffice. Fall has officially arrive and I already miss summer.
10 comments:
Steve, if this isn't the perfect wave then it's certainly close enough...at least in my book...nice!
It's was hot enough here this summer to put me in the mind that I'm not going to miss it when I'm sure it's gone...there may still be a few hot days for us hiding out there somewhere.
Thanks Earl. You guys certainly had one hot summer!
That was a pretty impressive wave, seen through the eyes of this land locked Missouri gal. I never miss summer - especially the ones like this past one. Bring on Fall!
Deanna, you may not have the ocean in Missouri but I'll bet that the fall foliage is outstanding.
Our Goddaughter lives in Ilwaco and has mentioned the storm.
I miss that misty grey weather sometinmes. When we get it here, it doesn't include the sounds of waves and the salty aroma
But Pamela, the skies clear more quickly on your side of the mountains.
I can taste the salt in the air.
Travis, so could I! Both me and my camera were well salted after ten minutes.
Do the waves get bigger and the storms fiercer as Winter comes on?
Ralph, they sure do! This image was taken before the storm arrived, it would have been most unwise to be there during the storm.
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