Weekly Wisdom – The Penny Mason Post

If all mankind minus one, were of one opinion, and only one person were of the contrary opinion, mankind would be no more justified in silencing that one person, than he, if he had the power, would be justified in silencing mankind. 

– John Stuart Mill, philosopher

Cross Currents

A windy day at the water last fall. I snapped this photo which captured the interesting geometric pattern formed by the waves amid the rocks.

It’s winter today, but it won’t be long before we can enjoy balmy days at the beach.

A Lovely Autumn Day on the Lake

I’m starting to get winter-itis already. The four inch snow earlier this week didn’t help any. The darkness is disturbing and slippery roads frightening.

But walks at the lake on beautiful days like this are sustaining. A reminder of the better side of nature and of life. So worth the endurance of the dark moments.

 

 

A Casche of Stones from a Recent Lake Sojourn

Sometimes when I gather glass and stones at the shore, I have a goal in mind. Once I spotted a stone shaped like a heart. It inspired me to seek more.

Other times, I look for some that I can use for my latest crafting plan. Though I often change my mind before beginning a project, as it seems sacreligeous somehow, to deface or repurpose such simple yet lovely examples of nature’s artistry.

Lately, I’ve simply glanced at the selections as I make my way down the beach, and reached for the ones which call to me. It’s a good way to tune ones sense of intution. I take them home and lay them in a sunny window, letting the light bring out their shapes and details, and the many lovely shades of gray.

Feel Like You’re Walking Right Out to This Lighthouse . . .

When you hang this lovely framed photo found in a second hand store. I believe it’s on Nantucket, one of the prettiest spots in Massachusetts I’ve not yet seen in person.

Today I watched a DVD which followed an auto tour from Maine to Florida. To my surprise, one of the lighthouses they showed was the one in this picture Brant Point – the identity of which I had not previously known.

I’m ready for a trip northest. It’s been several years since I’ve seen the Atlantic. For now, I’m watching recordings of the old TV show, Wings, set on idyllic Nantucket Island. Though it’s not so idyllic for the characters in the show who live there, as it is with most residents of places tourists see as paradise.

Wherever you go, there you are, and you must find a way to make a living . . . but waking up to attractive scenerey counts for something.

Nature’s Artistry – – – Lake Self Portrait?

I couldn’t come up with the right words to describe the intricately sanded surface of this washed ashore rootball.

Weathered, but beautifully rounded, the shapes within the splintered wood rather resemble the waves of the lake itself.

Shapes of Nature’s Beachside Artistry

Most of the lovely shapes nature creates are rounded or irregular. Seldom do we see square.

The square stone, framed by an oval of entangled tree roots, is a rarity. I’m working on a title or theme for this arrangement. There must be a message for us.

Perhaps it reinforces the value of individuality. If we all conformed to the same shape, the world would be a less interesting place.

Spring’s Lovely Pastels Highlight the Lakeshore

The water wasn’t bright summer blue, nor was the sky, when I snapped this photo. The lake was muddy, the sky a bit murky with the threat of rain.

But the waves were gentle and regular, the mild hues soothing. Spring is best when it washes over us gradually, allowing our blood to thin, habits to change.

It was a beautiful day to sit on one of the new logs washed up over winter. To dream and plan for the coming summer.

Tide Tossed Treasures – 11-2018

The nearest experiences to treasure hunts I’ve enjoyed in years are recent visits to the southern shores of the great lakes (the Atlantic when I can make it). I love to stroll the sand, seeking bits of glass, stones that speak to me, or surf smoothed pieces of driftwood, even the walnut that made it’s way .

Maybe to many my tiny treasures seem insignificant. But daydreamers like me find solace and inspiration in the souvenirs we stuff in our pockets to remind us of our beach walks.

Keepsakes that carry the spirit of the sea, our finds bring to mind stories of the origins of the objects we discover, before they were captured by the waters and deposited at our feet by the force of a rhythmic wave.

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