Friday, November 7, 2008

Walk upon the beach

I grow old...I grow old...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind?
Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.


from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Eliot

I took this picture at Cannon Beach, OR, in early Oct 08


  1. I love the composition of this photograph.

    I miss Oregon.


  2. Thanks, vex. These small digital cameras are great. The photo was taken with a Kodak EasyShare DX7630 6 mega pixel camera.

    Oregon is nice. Are you from there originally?


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