I took a walk to the ocean at sunset on Monday--the day I learned that Eileen Gertz had died--partly to say "Aloha" to Jeri Gertz in Hawaii--from my side of the Pacific to hers.
I wanted to see the ocean at sunset anyway, but of course it's a metaphor for death, that setting sun. The words to the song from "Fiddler on the Roof" come to mind.
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
Even without metaphors (and today is the day that Eileen Gertz will be buried) I have become a sun-worshiper in a different way. Instead of lying in the sand (very cold in SF) to get my skin a darker hue, I'm just awed by the beauty of it all. In the first photo it looks as if the sun is parting the ocean--or doing a deep-sea dive.
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