One of the small but lovely things about being in Seattle for the past week and a half is being near the sea again. There’s a shape to the clouds which I deeply appreciate and thoroughly recognize. There’s a smell that’s natural and right: if I can avoid it, I’ll never live out of smelling-distance of the sea again.
There’s also a comfort in being near a major shipping port: the sound of the fog horn and shape of the tankers are all like home.
And that what I’m seeing here isn’t really the sea, but a brackish sound? Even better. I love evidence of ancient glacial calving and incredible volcanic activity. Geology is nearly as exciting as the ocean.
Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think. ~Robert Henri