at sea

This was painted by my paternal grandfather in 1935, and it hangs on my wall today. I unfortunately never got the chance to meet him, as he passed before I was born, but I understand he loved to sail. There is a wonderful sense of motion and dynamism in the painting, and I look at it often.









Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

--Alfred, Lord Tennyson