Power of the Sea
I write this just a day after a storm-related tragedy - a score of people swept from a cliff top in Maine and out into the Atlantic, all the fault of a rogue wave from a distant hurricane. A child drowned, her father was saved. They had come up from Manhattan and had been watching the drama of the surf on what should have been a pleasantly dramatic sunny Sunday afternoon.
It was just the sort of day that would have brought Winslow Homer out from his home on Prout’s Neck nearby.
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This day’s news from Maine would have saddened Homer, as it would sadden any human being: but it would remind him, a connoisseur of the awful power of the sea, that the ocean invariably wins in any contest with humans who dare it, and that is the natural order of things.
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