The Edge of the World

Yesterday the edge of the world wafted to our doorstep on the feathers of fog. It is eery to look toward the sea and hear its roar, but to see only a gray curtain beyond the shrubs across the road. James Island and other seastacks didn’t exist. Yesterday’s edge of the world was only a memory. Our world had shrunk over night.




This morning the edge of our world is back in its proper place and all islands are visible.

About Paul

I'm retired, but working at painting, photography, and song writing. We like to travel and paint plein air in new places. Of course that's also where photography comes into the picture, so to speak. Sometimes I get inspired to write songs about the people and places we visit.
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7 Responses to The Edge of the World

  1. redharparts says:

    This seems like a wonderful trip. I have another friend who is in the same area in their camping van. Two people posting photos from there make me want to take off, eh?

  2. Jean-Paul Dumont says:

    I like when the world sort of disappears. I was going to write that it is all very nice and eerie, except for Jean who just looks nice and thus eschews the eeriness of the landscape!

  3. Ruth Fox says:

    Such beautiful photos! Looks like you guys are having a great time! 🙂

  4. Antoinette Wills says:

    I always thought the Edge of the World was Cape Flattery, the extreme NW corner of Washington and therefore the U.S. But when I reached that point, I saw that there is a small island offshore. I know it’s Tatoosh Island, because a UW faculty member famously does research there, with the permission of the Makah Tribe of course.

  5. cathy funk says:

    Sounds poetic. Nice shots

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