All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. — J. R. R. Tolkien
For this guy, who fishes most days off our local wharf, the decision seems to have been made.
I love fish, and quite like the idea of catching it, but I can see that for a lot of people, fishing is so much more than procuring dinner.
The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope. — John Buchan
Shared to Debbie’s weekly quotation-inspired challenge at Travel with Intent
“Nature is fuel for the soul.” — Richard Ryan. Image: Su Leslie
Ragtag Daily Prompt | serene
Morning calm. Waitemata Harbour at Lucas Creek, from Greenhithe Wharf. Image: Su Leslie 2019
My friend Sarah at Art Expedition is hosting 30 Days, 30 Songs to share her music during June. I’m already a bit late to the party, but will join in when I can during the month.
This morning I walked down to Greenhithe wharf to watch the morning mist roll away up the harbour. The tide was full, and apart from a lone fisherman, the wharf was deserted.
I’d already chosen a song to post today, but (cliche though it may be) The Muttonbirds‘ Anchor Me seems much more appropriate.
Don McGlashan’s songs and voice have been on the soundtrack to my entire adult life; so I expect a few more will sneak into this project.
Boats moored on the Weiti River, Auckland. Image: Su Leslie 2019
Six Word Saturday; hosted by Debbie at Travel with Intent
Sandy Bay, Northland, New Zealand. Image: Su Leslie 2019.
The sea is the vast reservoir of Nature. The globe began with sea, so to speak; and who knows if it will not end with it?” – Jules Verne
Beyond the headland, the Pacific Ocean.
A summer day, when the sea is calm and the water clear, bodysurfers catch gentle waves and kids play in the shallows. On such a day it is easy to imagine that the vastness of the world’s largest ocean can absorb all the plastic and garbage and toxic marine-life-killing pollution we humans feed it, and that all our shit will somehow be absorbed and disappear.
Easy — and potentially fatal.
Posted to the weekly quotation-based challenge hosted by Debbie at Travel with Intent.