Here's a look across Back Bay at low tide. Some say, this time of day when the ebb empties the bay ain't pretty. I beg to differ. I always enjoy driving along the boulevard when the tide is out; I think it provides a very interesting glimpse of the city. A while back on Coyle, after the leaves were gone in the fall, I'd sit in the window seat on the second floor and could see all the way to Tukey's Bridge on a clear day. That was pretty cool. During the winter months, I'd always glance coming down the stairs to see just how far that view would take me. Now the smell-- call me crazy, but to take a step off the front porch and draw in a deep breath of sea air-- that, to me, was always reassuring. It was a safe time in my life. It was a simpler time and one for me anyway, was made so much enjoyable and memorable growing up so near the water. Breathe in ... can you feel it?
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Low Tide
Here's a look across Back Bay at low tide. Some say, this time of day when the ebb empties the bay ain't pretty. I beg to differ. I always enjoy driving along the boulevard when the tide is out; I think it provides a very interesting glimpse of the city. A while back on Coyle, after the leaves were gone in the fall, I'd sit in the window seat on the second floor and could see all the way to Tukey's Bridge on a clear day. That was pretty cool. During the winter months, I'd always glance coming down the stairs to see just how far that view would take me. Now the smell-- call me crazy, but to take a step off the front porch and draw in a deep breath of sea air-- that, to me, was always reassuring. It was a safe time in my life. It was a simpler time and one for me anyway, was made so much enjoyable and memorable growing up so near the water. Breathe in ... can you feel it?
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Yes, Birdman, I, too, love when the tide goes out and the bottom is revealed all damp and silvery and fresh-faced.
ReplyDeleteI just wish I could easily get to see such a view!
ReplyDeleteAlthough my parents were born and raised in Oklahoma, they lived in Long beach, California when I was born. My earliest memories are of waves spilling across a sandy beach. My parents split when I was 5 and mother moved us back to Oklahoma which is a long way from the ocean. But whenever I get close to the ocean to smell the salt air I get an almost prenatal tug towards the water. I almost always end up with my bare feet in the water with sand between my toes.
ReplyDeleteWe do not have tides here or tides do not seem to make one end of the lake dry up more than the other. I don't like the small of creeks that are drying up and the bottom is slick muck. It has a smell that, once smelled, cannot be forgotten. It is worse than the smell of your first bad fart.
ReplyDeletebeautiful.
ReplyDeleteThat's quite a view...our shoreline is a bit different...not so many rocks and what rocks there are are limestone that serve as barriers...but yes, I can smell the sea and it's wonderfully refreshing!
ReplyDeleteBesides, low tide helps the Coroner's Office locate (ahem) deposits made by the Mafia last night...
ReplyDeleteI love anything to do with the ocean. Put a desert girl in a puddle and I'll get thrilled!
ReplyDeleteThis is such a gorgeous photo. I love anything water. The ocean deposits so many treasures!
ReplyDeleteOur shoreline is not so different where it isn't rocky, but the difference between our low and high tides are minimal.
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