It's good to walk the Santa Monica beach again, but the beach of nothern Sjaelland near Odde is still in my mind.
I watch pelicans circle, then plunge into the water, black against the orange sunset sky.
I look at all the seaweed washed up by recent storms.
The waves here are larger than those in Denmark--this ocean stretches to Asia. This sandy beach stretches flat and wide, while so many beaches in the world have only a foot or two of sand.
I can't see Orion at sunset any more because it's low in the sky when the sun goes down. After dark I look up and the Big Dipper is in the right place, no longer overhead. The North Star lies far to the north again, not close to vertical as it was near latitude 60.
This world: so much beauty and mystery.
What a privilege to travel around it, observe the variety of its wonders.
O YHWH, our maker, how majestic is your name in all the earth! -- Psalm 8:1
Herre, vor Herre! Hvor herligt er dit navn over hele jorden.
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Thought I should say hello from Maine, 4+ years later, and comment on the lovely shots on your beach.
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