View while walking down the aisle

When one walks through the doors and enters a gun shop which he has not visited for a couple of decades (living here and there and elsewhere and everywhere during the interim), one is not exactly sure what he will find there. This, ladies and gentlemen, is what I found on such an occasion last week. Those who know me here on this blog are aware that I am in love with firearms the way some men are in love with automobiles or fishing gear, and that I not only enjoy owning them and firing them, but I like to work on them and to modify them and to repair them. I went to this particular gun shop looking for parts for an antique shotgun I recently purchased. You can only imagine what a feast for my eyes this sight offered to me. Yes, this is one aisle I walked down with a great deal of pleasure and no trepidation.

View through a looking glass

Do Wind and Wave ever meet, ever merge, or do they always rush on past each other with no direction of their own, driven only by the forces of Nature to control and to guide them? It appears Claude Debussy had a musical answer to the question. Hmmmm. Moving right along, what do we have here? Another mystery photograph, it would seem, taken only a few days ago of an unknown woman on an unknown beach by an unknown sea. Is she waving? Or, is she beckoning? To borrow a few lines from the lyrics of the song, "Beyond the Sea:"

Somewhere beyond the sea,
Somewhere, waiting for me,
My lover stands on golden sands ....

It's far beyond a star,
It's near beyond the moon,
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon.

We'll meet beyond the shore,
We'll kiss just as before.
Happy we'll be beyond the sea ....