Instead of sitting here knitting a Sudoku afghan square and watching a movie on Netflix, I'm waiting on customers and doing my weekend's writing. Remember, there's only one art page for both Saturday and Sunday so with this one I'm officially caught up.
August 1 & 2--Katushika Hokusai, The Great Wave of Kanagawa, from the series 36 Views of Mount Fuji. Bob lay rigid in the bottom of the boat, his hands gripping the gunwales and his legs hooked around the engine mounts. Looming over him was a wave that looked taller than a skyscraper with a foamy white crest like the claws of an albino tiger. Bob felt cold from being wet in the night wind and hot with fear at being adrift in the ocean vastness. He was sure that this was the end of him. The roaring of the water and wind filled his ears and made him feel as though he were in a giant washer. The moon emerged from the clouds and spread its silver light over the foamy ocean. The blue-green phosphorescence glowed like alien eyes all around his little craft. A squadron of flying fish emerged from the face of the wave as it loomed over him. Bob hoped that just one of them would fall into the boat. Maybe he could grab one, maybe he could lift the one remaining oar and bat one out of the air, the air that was nearly half water. The spindrift flew at him from all directions, stinging his face as he lay in the false calm of the boat. He prayed for a lifeline from the moon, a silver lariat to draw him up into the sky to safety.
Oh, I like this. Next comes today's prompt. Later. Customers approaching.
--Barbara
1 comment:
Poor Bob, alone in a boat that's about to be swamped by an enormous wave. Of course he's an excellent swimmer, though why he should be hoping for a lifeline from the moon is a mystery to me. And why should the roaring of the water and wind make him feel as though he were in a giant washer?
Bob ;-)
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