In the fall we went to the Island to spent time with some good friends.
We love the coast, but settled for a different ocean. I have been remiss
in not posting some shots of this magical intersection of rock and sea
earlier.
"He lives on the sea, as prairie cocks in the prairie;
he hides among the waves, he climbs them as chamois
hunters climb the Alps. For years he knows not the land;
so that when he comes to it at last, it smells like another
world, more strangely than the moon would to an Earthsman.
With the landless gull, that at sunset folds her wings and is
rocked to sleep between billows; so at nightfall, the Nantucketer,
out of sight of land, furls his sails, and lays him to his rest, while
under his very pillow rush herds of walruses and whales."
from Moby Dick
by Melville
