Tides and T-Shapes

Living so close to the ocean, my thoughts immediately turned to the tide when I contemplated the letter T for ABC Wednesday.  The other interesting phenomena that has not happened before is that I saw the shape of the letter T all around me.  

TIDES

This sculpture is in front of David Lam Park, about a 2-minute walk from my apartment.  I noticed it when I moved in and see it now as a treasure. This is how it looks at low tide.

At the highest tide, all of the steps are under water.  It is getting close in the photo below.

The words on it are beautiful in their simplicity and truth.  

It takes two photos to show them.

My musician friend, Daeyeong Ra, kindly agreed to humour my tide theme, while also..

displaying his awesome trumpet-playing talent for passers-by to admire. 

At low tide, there is a feeling of tenderness and fragility in the exposed life.

Artfully arranged, it may seem that it will rest forever in that frozen state.

but the test of time has proven that the sea will flow back to nourish and transform. 

Black Jack loves to run across the rocks at low tide.  Unlike the shells and sea creatures, they appear strong and tough.

Recently, looking at the rocks, I was thrilled by the variety of colours.  

And against the side of the seawall, there were art exhibits thriving in the sun.

The terrain by the water puts me in a trance, no matter what stage the tide is in its daily travels.

T-shapes

I'm going to skip the commentary for this portion of the post, and let my most tolerant readers find the (sometimes a bit obscure) T-shapes that popped into my week.

Just a word about this one.  When I came across these people, they kindly agreed to allow me to take and post photos.  I didn't say a word about T-shapes.  True tale!

Okay, I admit this one's a stretch, but they toiled so hard to achieve this, I couldn't resist including it.  (The girl was being coached by the fellow, and doing these moves for the first time.

Okay.  No t-shape, but the number three is good.  Right?

Topsy-turvey T-shape.

Two mid-tide shots to conclude the post,

and a poem by Longfellow that expresses the "tumult of delight" in the tide's ability to lift the spirit.

The Tides

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I saw the long line of the vacant shore,
  The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand,
  And the brown rocks left bare on every hand,
  As if the ebbing tide would flow no more.
Then heard I, more distinctly than before,
  The ocean breathe and its great breast expand,
  And hurrying came on the defenceless land
  The insurgent waters with tumultuous roar.
All thought and feeling and desire, I said,
  Love, laughter, and the exultant joy of song
  Have ebbed from me forever!  Suddenly o'er me
They swept again from their deep ocean bed,
  And in a tumult of delight, and strong
  As youth, and beautiful as youth, upbore me.

Thank you so much for taking time to read my thoughts about tide.  For more "T" posts, do spend some time at the tantalizing ABC Wednesday web site.