Deep Waters

I think of the sea as a large body of water. It may not fit strictly Webster’s definition but it’s my own sense for the images that I retain.

My love affair with the sea began at about 3 years of age digging sand along the beach at Lake Huron not far from our home in Detroit. It’s one of my earliest memories.

Then in order are my memories that are embedded deeply : Biscayne Bay as a 15 year old on a calm, bright day; the Pacific by moonlight with Kristine on a ship visiting the Hawaiian islands at 60; the Columbia River Gorge from high above the water at 69; and finally the most beautiful body of water I’ve ever seen in my life, the Sea of Galilee at 74. It is pictured at the top of my blog. It’s color is so beautiful, even I couldn’t help but take a memorable picture.

Thanks be to God for that wonderful opportunity for Kristine and I to visit the Holy Land, that other worldly land of my forebears. I had no idea until we arrived what a feast it was for the senses and the soul.

Lives in Miniature?

Do people actually watch sports on a cellphone? Sounds like reading the Gettysburg address on a grain of rice, or, eating an eighth of a teaspoon of a scrumptious, chocolate cake.

So I guess the question is, if you are watching a tennis match on a screen the size of a postage stamp are you actually watching it?

Which brings up the key question. Aren’t you glad in the Pandemic we have had self sticking postage stamps?