Today was my first visit to Lake Ferry for 2018. I was excited to be going firstly because I hadn't been for a seemingly long time and secondly because I had read or seen somewhere that the cut between Lake Onoke and the sea had closed up. Maybe I could walk directly on to the Onoke Spit? Exciting.
Indeed it was true. After watching a stuck car get towed out of the sand by the car park I hurried up to where I could see the Lake on my left and the sea on my right. And away in the distance Ocean Beach. I think about why this might have happened. Maybe the drought and not enough water in the Lake or maybe strong winds and sea dropping and piling the sand and making a bigger barrier?
But guess what I didn't go there! I so much wanted to see and hear the waves again I walked the other way and down to the sea.
The tide was pretty much full and down at the shore line I could hear the waves gathering themselves into huge tubes to pound down onto the sand and dissolve into a bubbling mass of foam. As the waves pull them selves up it's seems like a huge creature is breathing and taking a breath and holding it before it crashes down and starts again. I start to breathe in tune with the waves.
It's so exciting to see the same black of the "sand", patterns and leavings from the sea and to be totally engulfed by the noise of the waves. Some things don't really change much.
As I turn and start to walk back up the beach the sound of the waves does fade and I become aware of the small land birds, skylarks probably. Walking up the beach I noticed that the wind that had been fluttering and warm in my face was now behind me and I was got quite hot.
I look back out to sea and there is not a cloud in the sky and around behind me there are clouds collecting over the land. I try really hard to recall my early science and remember why this happens. And look at that in the water, in the waves. I didn't see anything until I looked at my photos. What do you think it might be?
One of the reasons I went to where I know was because I was collecting treasures with a plan. My plan is to make some brushes with my treasures. Today I was lucky enough to find a sinker, beautiful yellow rope and lime green nylon, plus some sticks for my brush handles. I try to be authentic and use materials that relate to where I am some how.
So next week hopefully the spit will be walkable still from Lake Ferry and I will go that way.
"I paint flowers so they do not die." Frida Kahlo