Oceans Gallery
I am drawn to the ocean like a magnet. Poet John Masefield (1878 to 1967) describes this draw perfectly:
"I must go down to the see again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
and the flung spray and the blown spume, and the seagulls crying."
"I must go down to the see again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
and the flung spray and the blown spume, and the seagulls crying."