Cool Cape May
I grew up in Cape May, such a great town. I got my first job at Cape May County Airport, working for the United States Overseas Airline as a helper.
Cape May is a city and seaside resort at the tip of southern New Jersey’s Cape May Peninsula. It’s known for its grand Victorian houses, such as the Emlen Physick Estate, now a museum with a preserved interior from the era. Shops and restaurants line the Washington Street Mall, 3 pedestrianized blocks of Washington Street. The Cape May Lighthouse provides views across the Delaware Bay and Atlantic Ocean
My photographs from where I came from the ocean, at a jetty in cool Cape May. The rocks are a sign of strength.

Waves
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Interesting image of the rocks – a difficult shot, I’m sure, with the very high contrast between the reflections and the shadow!
Steve; Thanks for the comments, happy hoildays.
Living in the Midwest, I seldom get to the ocean. When I do I’m struck by how it’s not just blue – it’s countless shades of blue.
Hey Jim;
IMHO I think it’s the negative ions that the sea produces. I find the same thing in the mountains.
Colleen, Thank you for the nice words, how fitting they are.
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sails shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gipsy life,
Tothe gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.