The Perfect Wave
and the Endless Maine Summer Earrings
We go to the sea. We stand at the shore waiting for the next wave. Truth, we never tire of it. Every wave differs from the next. Every wave is perfect just the way it is…kind of like people. Our Perfect Wave earrings are a symbol of the unlimited power of nature and the precision and perfection with which nature’s power can be revealed.
You can have it all. This is the gathering, the sweep, the curl, the crest, and the moment the wave speaks. It’s all here in this perfect wave of brilliant blue gems or frothy white diamonds all set in white. It’s your endless Maine summer to be with you always.
Wave Watchers
Hundreds showed up for this day of waves. Not one person stood back to the sea. We watched, we waited, the wave came in, it struck, then we watched and waited for the next great wave.
36 years ago, this was the most perfect wave day
Most Perfect Wave Day
In my lifetime, this was my most perfect wave day. It was early October 1986, air temperature 52°. The wind was out of the north. It was partially sunny, patches of sun shining on the sea. The waves were huge, well-formed, and well-spaced. as the waves came to crest, the north wind blew the spray back out to sea. It was beautiful. We stood in awe.
Summer Storm Waves
Draws Crowds to the Shore
Storm out to sea, hazy light, froth and foam, surging seas, pounding surf. The energy of the ocean has a gravity all its own pulling the curious and adventurous to the rocky cliffs to watch.
It’s August, a nice day, storm out to sea, no rain jacket needed. There’s a crowd. Photographers line up with tripods and telephoto lenses. Little kids stay close to parents, they can feel the power and danger. Bigger kids want to get close, to feel the raw energy.
A two-masted schooner passes in front of Ram Island Light at the entrance to Portland Harbor. Waves strike the side of the tower. It’s a great image for the photographers on the cliff.
I think about what it must feel like to be out on the sailboat. Sweeping sea swells, the trough then crest, a slow motion roller coaster. Waves halfway up the light house, wind whipping salt spray, covering lips, coating sunglasses. There’s a damp stickiness to salt spray. Moving with the sea, with the wind, the boat and captain are in harmony with natures force.
