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AFTER THE STORM
Nancy Herman
8" x 6"
oil on canvas
ocean city vacation 2011:
It really is an ecstatic experience to walk on the beach in the very early morning and watch the sun come up. So much untouched space with nothing but the birds and the sea creatures and that great rolling ocean. It reminds me of this stanza from Byron's poem, memorized in high school.
It really is an ecstatic experience to walk on the beach in the very early morning and watch the sun come up. So much untouched space with nothing but the birds and the sea creatures and that great rolling ocean. It reminds me of this stanza from Byron's poem, memorized in high school.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean – roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin – his control Stops with the shore; -- upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, not does remain A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own, When for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell’d, uncoffin’d, and unknown.
