By Robert Frost
The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God's last Put out the light was spoken.
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Monday involved a lot of unpacking, laundry, and sorting, but it was a gorgeous day so I found excuses to wander out on the dock while getting the mail, looking for things in the van, and eventually walking to the beach. The wood ducklings were out in the water, as were the young turtles and the Canada goslings. We saw most of the Orioles game and, after dinner, the Mariners game, both of which ended well -- in the Mariners' case with a walk-off grand slam.
When the baseball games were over, I insisted on watching New Moon, the Twilight movies I've seen the fewest times; the beach at La Push in the movie looks very little like the real thing, having been filmed in British Columbia, and the writing is still pretty bad, but it's fun watching the film after so much exposure to the fandom. But speaking of La Push, here are pictures of the tidepools and the rocks in which they can be found ringing the beach:
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