Those Who Live By the Sea

The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear; the great truth has great silence.
Rabindranath Tagore

Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.
(Hermann Broch (1886-1951), Austrian novelist. The Spell, foreword (1976, trans. 1987)

This was taken on Sunday. It was very hot. There was a lot of rushing around that day. We went to one of our favorite farm shops: Middle Farm near Lewes for salad veggies and English wine. Rushing home, we arrived just as the England World Cup game started. It was, as we all know, a disappointment.

Alas, it is just football... a small drop in the ocean, as some say...

We put Dixie's leash on her and headed for the beach. It was so very lovely at that time of day, with a cool breeze drying the perspiration off my neck and the tide just coming in - all very seductive. Dixie, being a dog, was just greatly relieved to feel cool again, to be able to run without collapsing from heat exhaustion.

I took a lot of photos~ some of the beach, some of the lavendar at Middle Farm. I had a hard time deciding which one to use... Will try to enter the others onto my Flickr account: http://www.flickr.com/photos/robindalton/

In the end I loved the simplicity of this shot... and the feeling of 'wetness' ...