When I lived in Florida, I used to go watch the wind surfers and their more insane bretheren, the kite surfers. It was beautiful seeing the stunts they pulled perpetuated by the wind. Beautiful capture.
I like that big boofy blokes can glide like butterflies on the ocean - they's a sense of hope in that - and yes..counting the days fore fine weather is a must
Always wonderful to watch windsurfers float and glide up in the sky - as you say, Rall, even big boofy blokes can become as graceful as ballerinas up in the air! Nice one!
PS: Thanks for your comments in my blog, I've crawled a little bit into my shell these past few weeks sorting out "stuff", I'm about to come out into the open soon... Fine by me to use my poem on your PG section (Sounds like a movie rating!)
Used to work down at Port Melbourne. Whenever a storm came across the bay (any season), suited guys who looked like young accountants pulled up, changed into their wet suits and wind-surfed off to who knows where. Wimp, I stayed on the warm side of the windows.
Oh well..wimps serve a purpose:)In stone age times the wimps stayed behind to keep the women warm in the caves while the hunters went out to get food:)
I love the idea of them as butterflies, skimming the waves. They are a delight to watch!
ReplyDeleteWhen I lived in Florida, I used to go watch the wind surfers and their more insane bretheren, the kite surfers. It was beautiful seeing the stunts they pulled perpetuated by the wind. Beautiful capture.
ReplyDeleteDo you count to watch or to ride the wind?
ReplyDelete"big boofy blokes
ballet dancers of the sea" Lovely image!
Thanks too for the video.
I wait to swim again in the summer...Wind surfing? ...I wish but alas am destined to watch:)
DeleteI like that big boofy blokes can glide like butterflies on the ocean - they's a sense of hope in that - and yes..counting the days fore fine weather is a must
ReplyDeleteLovely response to the prompt :D
ReplyDeleteThe simile in the first stanza is just perfect.
ReplyDeleteWell-penned.
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Always wonderful to watch windsurfers float and glide up in the sky - as you say, Rall, even big boofy blokes can become as graceful as ballerinas up in the air! Nice one!
ReplyDeletePS: Thanks for your comments in my blog, I've crawled a little bit into my shell these past few weeks sorting out "stuff", I'm about to come out into the open soon...
ReplyDeleteFine by me to use my poem on your PG section (Sounds like a movie rating!)
"....giant butterflies / skimming over the waves" a most beautiful image of the surfers...love this...
ReplyDeleteUsed to work down at Port Melbourne. Whenever a storm came across the bay (any season), suited guys who looked like young accountants pulled up, changed into their wet suits and wind-surfed off to who knows where. Wimp, I stayed on the warm side of the windows.
ReplyDeleteOh well..wimps serve a purpose:)In stone age times the wimps stayed behind to keep the women warm in the caves while the hunters went out to get food:)
ReplyDeleteThey are colorful indeed and so swift. I always count the days until winter is fini.
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