High Tide at Wonderland

Got out for a blustery walk along the shore today. The wind was coming off the ocean and the tide was especially high.
 

Practical people, I have been told, 
Weary of the sea for his waves go up and down
Endlessly to no visible purpose;
Tire of the tides, for the tides are tireless, the tides
Are well content with their own march-tune
And nothing accomplished is no matter to them.
It seems wasteful to practical people.
And that the nations labor and gather and dissolve
Into destruction; the stars sharpen
Their spirit of splendor, and then it dims, and the stars
Darken; and that the spirit of man
Sharpens up to maturity and cools dull
With age, dies, and rusts out of service;
And all these tidal gatherings, growth and decay,
Shining and darkening, are forever 
Renewed; and the whole cycle impenitently
Revolves, and the past is future: ---
Make it a difficult world...for practical people.


Practical People, by Robinson Jeffers


I also found a great horned owl lying dead out in the middle of cobblestone beach. It seemed young and I decided not to post a photo.

The fox sparrows are coming through now, and the marsh hawk returned today.