Dusk. The Flight passing Blanchisseuse.
Gulls wheel like. from a gun again,
and foam gone amber that was white,
lighthouse and star start making friends,
down every beach the long day ends,
and there, on that last stretch of sand,
on a beach bare of all but light,
dark hands start pulling in the seine
of the dark sea, deep, deep inland.
From The Schooner Flight by Derek Walcott (1930 - )
Best Viewed Large On Black - See where this picture was taken. [?]
These are the journeys of a thoughtful mind with an eye for beauty, through the landscapes of New Zealand, Australia, the United States, the United Kingdom, Europe and the world with trusty camera in hand.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Deep Peace The Beach At Dusk
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