It was a really clear night and the big round moon was making a bright path on the water, but F managed to fuzz every picture she took of it.
Way back there on the horizon there was a line of lights on fishing boats (or nets) - dozens of them. The one or two that show up in this picture are ships
The fishing lights stay on all night. I go out to check from time to time. They are in different parts of the sea each night. After the world goes quiet (around 0330 in the morning), I wake F to get her to come out and breathe the night time smells. She doesn't seem to appreciate that, but the best is just as the sky begins to lighten a couple of hours later: the sea presents in shades of blue, green, and purple, swifts and house martins scoop out the sky, small fishing boats appear in droves some mornings, bobbing gently, and a few very early swimmers pick their way down the rocks to the sea.
This morning we were awakened (in the dark quiet time) by the sound that signals the end of the world - a sound that fills your ears, explodes your brain, rattles the very air, bounces off the buildings and ricochets back at you while your mind is shaking off the fog and wondering where the volcano suddenly erupted from.
Way back there on the horizon there was a line of lights on fishing boats (or nets) - dozens of them. The one or two that show up in this picture are ships
The fishing lights stay on all night. I go out to check from time to time. They are in different parts of the sea each night. After the world goes quiet (around 0330 in the morning), I wake F to get her to come out and breathe the night time smells. She doesn't seem to appreciate that, but the best is just as the sky begins to lighten a couple of hours later: the sea presents in shades of blue, green, and purple, swifts and house martins scoop out the sky, small fishing boats appear in droves some mornings, bobbing gently, and a few very early swimmers pick their way down the rocks to the sea.
As sleep cleared and conscious reasoning returned we both worked out that it was a motorbike with a straight-pipe exhaust tearing around the neighbourhood doing maximum revs in second gear. Even I, the Tigger, who has been accused of being deaf (or selectively so), was lurched awake by that one and we sat bolt upright side by side in the dark staring around while we waited for the geo-catyclism to subside.
Some people need to be suffocated in their own exhaust gases (muttered sweetly and cloaked with a buttery smile) |
How rude of that inconsiderate person riding around on a loud bike first thing in the morning
ReplyDeleteThe moon does look beautiful over the water.
I would love to sit and watch it all night
We should love it too. When did we stop bring fascinated enough to sit out and absorb such things? To sit out and breathe hot night air and listen for tzitzikias
DeleteOh Tigger, what a shame you are not a dog. You could have retaliated with some ear-splitting and prolonged barking (a skill I am just learning...)
ReplyDeleteToodle-oo!
Nobby.
Nobby, there are dozens of dogs around here that have already acquired that skill, and practice it all day. Fortunately they have usually barked themselves out by 0330, and don't start again until about 0630. It's good to know that even they sleep sometimes. I sing arias if I need to split the air. paw smacks Mr T
DeleteThat big full moon was here recently as well….in the middle of the afternoon with the sun shining as well! My piccies didn’t turn out either so I binned them
ReplyDeleteF’s first photo has a quiet creepy look to it….like it should be used for a scene in a murder mystery film/movie
Murder of someone who thinks it's cool to cut the muffler off their motorbike.
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteFirst, I think the moonshots are perfectly acceptable. Without a tripod it is a big challenge...
Second, WTFuzz was that fellow doing rending the atmosphere with his obnoxious roars at Brahmamuhurta (0330-0530h)??? The ideal meditation period. I trust that will be a one-off, a mad visitor, terrible tourist tearing off into the wilds... Hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx
Oh dear YAM-aunty you have started disappearing into spam. We found you! As for perfect meditation time, that's what I've been trying to explain to F like forever. It's the quiet time. You can feel the earth breathe in.
DeleteNo tourist could rent a bike that sounded like that. He (it was sure to be a he) was just being an idiot. Maybe he had a fight with his girlfriend and the whole town had to feel the pain.
Fz and Pz Mr T
That motorcyclist is very inconsiderate to napping Tiggers.
ReplyDeleteAnd Fs, and 1000s of other townsfolk who don't seem motivated to kill the prat. Strangely.
DeleteA fishing line stretched across the street should sort out that noisy biker.
ReplyDeletePiano wire! Oops! Were we really thinking that.🙀
DeleteTigger, tell F that every photo I take in low light has the fuzzy stuff not matter what I use. 3:30 is our arise and shine and FEED the Big Starving Dog. If for some reason I don't wake up, i get the rude punch of a giant head to wake me. that means I see the sun come up every day and now the tree is gone although I am sad, I got out on the tiny porch the size of your balcony and watch to the NE for the sky to lighten. yesterday and today, we had the same noise you did, but ours is a tiny mini car, without exhaust pipes on it and I can near it from 2 blocks away and 2 blocks past us. it is illegal but that doesn't stop her.
ReplyDeletewe also have what I call ninja bikes. those motorcyles that are fast and loud and the person is laying down on them as they ride. there are two of them and they delight in rididng up and down the streets around us between midnight and 4 am.. can't tell you how many times I have waited and hoped to hear a crash.. truly. they are just riding to make nosie, changing gears up and down and down and up
F fantasises about carpet tacks and paint bombs and all manner of anti-social stuff she would never do to make the pilots of noisy minis and motorbikes feel some of the pain. In UK someone used to ride past our house in the evening on a motorbike with no suppressor fitted. The spark plug affected the TV signal and everything went snowy for a minute of two. He must have annoyed everyone on the street on his way home from work. All sorts of stcky ends were planned for him. When we get back, if he's the worst thing that happens he'll probably get a medal.
DeleteI really like night time but Bruno and Mr Cat prefer to stay inside on beds over Winter. To answer your question about my header image, it was taken a few weeks ago here in greymouth from the marina, looking over at the mountains in the distance with snow on them.
ReplyDeleteF reckoned she knew the spot, revognized the view but its been about 35 years since she was last in that part of the world. Feeling homesick.
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