Add to ORKGIT HAD been a fine day. A streak of gulls drove in, dodged - - and screeched at the shore where the sea and the sand were keeping the eternal rhythm of their meeting and parting, meeting and parting..
The rain still came. The sun fought with the thick clouds, succeeding only in brightening the green ...
The Sea, its odors softly drifting, Drifting on the quiet air, Up the duns and over, floating, Float...
THEY had long since lost sight of the formation and were now hanging limply over a hungry sea, a sea...
IT HAD been a fine day. A streak of gulls drove in, dodged - - and screeched at the shore where the ...
Having glazed the sand and driftwood, The water slips away and breezes whisper To the foam on langui...
Tiny grains fused together in a limitless, sea-carved strand. Her eyes comprehended the one While he...
Foam falls from flashing rocks, swelling back to piles of sea-green water washing wildly in upon the...
Out on the island near the sand spit tip of Saint Thomas Point, two lone figures with long dawn shad...
Back from the shore a certain place lies rustling quietly, Alive in the night, While the waters of t...
It was a beautiful May afternoon- the kind that makes you feel all lazy and sluggish inside- the kin...
The wind, cold from Arctic seas, flattened like a crouching animal as it rushed in across the barren...
The blazing sun shouldered aside streamers of mist as it blossomed inexorably from the sea..
LUE-GREEN, white-capped ocean stretched to meet the horizon. The wind dried my lips; and coarse, gol...
the wind was a puddle hovering an ocean but breezes swirled into a saffron sponge..
THAT AFTERNOON we walked inland from the camp on the coast at Ghajn Tuffeiha. North of us through th...
The rain still came. The sun fought with the thick clouds, succeeding only in brightening the green ...
The Sea, its odors softly drifting, Drifting on the quiet air, Up the duns and over, floating, Float...
THEY had long since lost sight of the formation and were now hanging limply over a hungry sea, a sea...
IT HAD been a fine day. A streak of gulls drove in, dodged - - and screeched at the shore where the ...
Having glazed the sand and driftwood, The water slips away and breezes whisper To the foam on langui...
Tiny grains fused together in a limitless, sea-carved strand. Her eyes comprehended the one While he...
Foam falls from flashing rocks, swelling back to piles of sea-green water washing wildly in upon the...
Out on the island near the sand spit tip of Saint Thomas Point, two lone figures with long dawn shad...
Back from the shore a certain place lies rustling quietly, Alive in the night, While the waters of t...
It was a beautiful May afternoon- the kind that makes you feel all lazy and sluggish inside- the kin...
The wind, cold from Arctic seas, flattened like a crouching animal as it rushed in across the barren...
The blazing sun shouldered aside streamers of mist as it blossomed inexorably from the sea..
LUE-GREEN, white-capped ocean stretched to meet the horizon. The wind dried my lips; and coarse, gol...
the wind was a puddle hovering an ocean but breezes swirled into a saffron sponge..
THAT AFTERNOON we walked inland from the camp on the coast at Ghajn Tuffeiha. North of us through th...
The rain still came. The sun fought with the thick clouds, succeeding only in brightening the green ...
The Sea, its odors softly drifting, Drifting on the quiet air, Up the duns and over, floating, Float...
THEY had long since lost sight of the formation and were now hanging limply over a hungry sea, a sea...