I must go down to the seas 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 sea-gulls crying.
Excerpted from Sea Fever by John Masefield
2 Guys Photo 
Ed – there’s a clarity, a three dimensionality to this image that is striking. And the composition really pulls you in, “down to the seas” if you will. Great image!
Rey
Thanks Rey, it was that kind of a day: bright and clear, and a little too brisk for Memorial Day weekend! Ed
Incredible photo! One of my favorites! Well done! 🙂
Thanks Claire!
How did you know that Sea Fever was my most favourite poem?!
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.