Nice. Here's my favorite poem on the subject:

The Eye
by Robinson Jeffers

The Atlantic is a stormy moat; and the Mediterranean,
The blue pool in the old garden,
More than five thousand years has drunk sacrifice
Of ships and blood, and shines in the sun; but here the Pacific--
Our ships, planes, wars are perfectly irrelevant.
Neither our present blood-feud with the brave dwarfs
Nor any future world-quarrel of westering
And eastering man, the bloody migrations, greed of power, clash of
faiths--
Is a speck of dust on the great scale-pan.
Here from this mountain shore, headland beyond stormy headland
plunging like dolphins through the blue sea-smoke
Into pale sea--look west at the hill of water: it is half the
planet:
this dome, this half-globe, this bulging
Eyeball of water, arched over to Asia,
Australia and white Antartica: those are the eyelids that never
close;
this is the staring unsleeping
Eye of the earth; and what it watches is not our wars.

Thanks for that. I know that Jeffers poem and also admire it greatly.

"...and what it watches is not out wars."

The poem and picture both gave me chills -- reminiscent of the one time I watched the sun set into the Pacific and imagined I could feel the rotation of the Earth. Can you say what is the source of that picture? Thanks.

Sorry, but I've lost the source of that. I keep over 145,000 images and I didn't note the origin.

I enjoy the photos and art here much more than I ever did at LGF. Keep up the good work.