If you’ve lived by the sea for any period of time, the weather we’re having here in The Hague is neither new nor surprising. The sea has phenomenal power, and can quickly go from placid to perilous.
Here are a couple of pictures taken from my hotel room — once the day I arrived, before the storm blew in, and once just a few minutes ago after the storm has had a day or so to wind itself back down a notch.
And for good measure, here’s a shot my friend Erno took of me standing down on the beach.
The thing about these pictures is that they COMPLETELY FAIL to capture ANY of the majesty and power that I experience being this close to the North Atlantic. COMPLETELY. Even this shot of me leaning into the wind — you can’t see the sand whipping against my face, and I don’t have hair or a cape to be whipped behind me in the wind. Oh well.