This weekend I planned to get some warm shots of the North Sea, taking into account the coming spring. If I'm lucky even some sun rays on the surface of this gloomy "guy". But the weather here likes to joke.
On the way to the coast, heavy gray clouds of a monotonous color covered the weak spring sun above my head, and it seemed to me that I had fallen into January again. It was a snowfall worthy of the harshest winter month. As if winter waved the hem of her white dress before leaving, bringing down on our heads the snow that she had not had time to scatter on the ground before.
Anyway, if you are moving forward, then keep moving, who knows what awaits you ahead. Even if it's not what you expected, don't miss the chance and give up.
And here I'm standing on the edge of the world, and my gaze goes to the north, towards the Arctic. Somewhere out there people are trying to consolidate their outposts, like hundreds of years ago all over the earth. Polar bears are preparing to fall into spring fever. Huge icebergs begin to leave their parents' house and go on a trip to the southern waters.
It's hard to believe my words, even to me, when I look at these snow-covered shores. The past blizzard covered everything with a white blanket, hoping to drive me back home, hinting that I arrived here too early, and there is nothing here but snow and cold.
Partly, it coped with task. The whole coast covered with a mixture of wet snow and ice, which makes it impossible for me to pass to the edge of the peninsula to eliminate any obstacles in front of my eyes.
I'm not resisting, it's not worth trying your luck in the north. All I can do is walk a couple of kilometers along the coastline to get a better view of the sea monster that I noticed in the distance...
Far away, along the northern path, the miracle of human engineering is moving confidently and unhurriedly. One of the oil tankers with which we populated the local seas.
Next to him is a small boat, like a suckerfish, hovering around this giant, doing its inconspicuous, but no less important work.
Impassable seas with iceberg mountains are inaccessible to this boat, her destiny is to stay here, escorting the older brothers to distant harsh lands, listening to their stories about the big water.
I direct my gaze to the shore and see those who were in her place before.
Decades ago, he also performed his small, inconspicuous work plowing the cold waters of the local bay. But cold and salt water have eaten through the body of this worker, and every year they bite deeper and deeper, reaching the very bones.
Not far is another example of the transience of human creations. It's hard to say when and what this pile of rotten wood was. Maybe it was also replaced by the one who is now lying there on the shore.
However, people don’t despair and continue to live here, changing ships, acquiring technologies, trying to break the harsh conditions of this region, just like nature is trying to break people. But sometimes, distracted from the struggle, locals and visitors leave such a reminder of their presence.
Meaningless, at first glance, nondescript stone pyramids. Perhaps all these ridiculous works of stone art will outlive all of us, and our houses, and our ships, and will stand here for hundreds of years, turning from meaningless, into a symbol of humanity. Harmless and harmonious.
