Nothing happens in this video, and that’s the point!
Absolutely nothing happens in the video below, which is exactly the point! To share our view at the beach yesterday, put this video on full-screen in HD and relax. To really lower your blood pressure and get into island mode, repeat.
Happy Mardi Gras!
It took all day to upload this video. 🙁
So envious…good motivation though. I was in meetings all day long! We’ll be there soon enough though.
Geoff and Jenni
s/v Zen
Next time you have a meeting suggest that all present watch that video a couple of times through before discussing business. I bet the meeting goes better. 🙂
One of the many reasons I want to go cruising. Looks like excellent snorkeling weather- clear, warm, not choppy, and beautiful. Hope you had an excellent day.
The waves were a bit sketchy. It was tough to get past where they were breaking, both going out and coming back to shore.
Thank You..
I needed that.
De nada.
Hey Mike, great video. Really catches the essence which we enjoy down here in the Caribbean. Safe sailing.
I agree. If only all day were like that. 🙂
What an amazing world we live in! Makes you realize just how large and versatile it is…….carpe diem!!
I can’t hear/read the phrase Carpe Diem without thinking of the movie Dead Poets Society.
Oh captain, my captain!
🙂
Be sure you know how that poem ends before you like it too much.
Carpe cervisiam!
I will. 🙂
So that everyone can play along:
O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman
O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
O captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Very relaxing!
Glad you like the video.
only thing better than waves crashing onto a sandy beach is waves crashing into rocks on a sandy beach – great spot.
We do like it there.