I believe that the most incredibly powerful and awesome sound which I have ever heard here on this earth, has been the thunder of the ocean smashing itself against the shore. And I also think that the most peaceful and softest sound I’ve ever heard has been the quiet lapping of the ocean waves beside me. How can one reconcile these things? How is it that such contrary positions can stem from one object? And yet it was on the calm and peaceful night when the ocean was like a “millpond” that the Titanic struck an iceberg and 1500 souls passed into eternity. The ocean is more than intriguing, n’est-ce pas?

Has anyone noticed that the pictures have meaning?