High Cs to rival Pavarotti

I only saw the high seas that trashed Durban’s North Beachfront from home, and wish I’d taken a trip right away to get a closer look.  Apparently these were a spin-off from another Madagascar cyclone. Even from as far away as our home, the crunches of the really massive breakers were like not-so-distant explosions, and there has been a constant roar as an undercurrent, rather like the rumble a busy nearby motorway gives.

The moon was full that evening, which meant spring tides to add to the effect.  Here it is rising still in daylight:

The above picture was taken from this sports field in the valley near where we had gone to ride bikes:

Later I took another one from home.  Something magic about the moon over sea.

Today I went to look for any breach upon our beach. Other than lots of sand where sand shouldn’t be, none featured I could see.

Waves were still waving enthusiastically, though.

© March 2017 Colonialist

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Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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4 Responses to High Cs to rival Pavarotti

  1. That monochrome moon picture is certainly magical


  2. Yes, there is something quite magical about the sun, and the moon, rising from the ocean; it’s something I do miss, since moving from the Northern Beaches.


  3. I love the roar of the ocean when it’s angry – great shots.


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