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Somewhere, Canada

Growing up on an island you grow up with horizons.

The aren't the fading into the distance plains, or the misty mountains and foothills. They're lines drawing stark between ocean and sky, broken here and there by distant reefs and the silhouettes of the rest of the archipelago.

Then there are the hazy days, when everything fades into the bright distance.

It was one of those days when we visited Whidbey back in June, where the still waters of the Puget Sound lapped on the warm rocks of the beaches, and sea birds skimmed the languid waves. And of course, somewhere, out there, was Canada.

Somewhere, Canada

Whidbey Island, Washington
June 2009

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holyoutlaw
Sep. 18th, 2009 08:35 pm (UTC)
I love this kind of horizon line, as you might have noticed. Even though I grew up in Chicago, I didn't really see them until I moved here.

I see the sources of Mark Rothko's art in scenes like this.
shewhomust
Sep. 21st, 2009 04:38 pm (UTC)
Growing up on an island you grow up with horizons.

Depends on your island. A Finnish friend of mine was quite freaked by the east coast of England; she was accustomed to a coastline that was all inlets, bordering a sea that was all islands, so that any piece of land might be mainland or island, any patch of water might be sea or lake. This long straight border was quite shocking to her.
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