tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post1365642791690584602..comments2024-03-26T23:41:10.319+00:00Comments on Authors Electric: ‘He thought of the noise of the wind in the shrouds…’ by Julia JonesKatherine Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17196712319655603442noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-67323291547074868682019-01-12T13:49:18.159+00:002019-01-12T13:49:18.159+00:00Thank you. This is lovely.Thank you. This is lovely.bronwengriffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09497137478656691760noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-7268468473317719432019-01-10T01:53:38.251+00:002019-01-10T01:53:38.251+00:00Beautiful and exquisitely evocative prose and poet...Beautiful and exquisitely evocative prose and poetry! You draw me out to magical seas. Like Peter Duck, I am compelled to sit near the water on our nearby beach and watch the boats and swimmers, weather permitting, and always the gulls. Lake Michigan is not the sea, but it seems so viewed from its shores, taking in a vast watery horizon, sometimes as stormy as any ocean. I always lived near the ocean - Atlantic, then Pacific. This is the farthest inland I've lived, and I demand never to be removed from its Great Lake waters unless it is back to an oceanic coast. Umberto Tosihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04939504157464234443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-36002131963157571982019-01-10T00:26:02.995+00:002019-01-10T00:26:02.995+00:00Wonderful and moving.Wonderful and moving.A. Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03683891234947014409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-66998967204532919712019-01-09T21:55:10.338+00:002019-01-09T21:55:10.338+00:00Thank you , Julia. Thank you , Julia. Dipika Mukherjeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17734481154069467025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-85051812532748836222019-01-09T13:15:24.898+00:002019-01-09T13:15:24.898+00:00Your blogs always have such an effect on me, Julia...Your blogs always have such an effect on me, Julia. I share your affair with all things sea-connected but you inject so much more, so many other associations and memories into them that their impact goes so much deeper, into areas about what it's like just to be.<br />Thanks again for depriving me of words adequate to express the effect you have.Bill Kirtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16345949773423764808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-32802770145334734282019-01-09T12:10:57.901+00:002019-01-09T12:10:57.901+00:00So moving and beautiful Julia. I'm always amaz...So moving and beautiful Julia. I'm always amazed by the power of poetry to express what can't otherwise be said. Kathleen Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07645566938871914385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-2420408923776269632019-01-09T11:49:08.953+00:002019-01-09T11:49:08.953+00:00Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.Enid Richemonthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17218197995089241666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-42071622674316439012019-01-09T11:32:57.100+00:002019-01-09T11:32:57.100+00:00Thank you. And much love.Thank you. And much love.Jan Needlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15823078224282953782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-91684187882586639082019-01-09T09:40:08.467+00:002019-01-09T09:40:08.467+00:00Heartfelt thanks to you, dear Julia, for sharing t...Heartfelt thanks to you, dear Julia, for sharing this with us. It is indeed beautiful. Holding you in my thoughts now and in the days to come.Sandra Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01761260568729338471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-38821377136082059742019-01-09T08:44:48.869+00:002019-01-09T08:44:48.869+00:00Beautiful, Julia. Thank you.Beautiful, Julia. Thank you.Susan Pricehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07738737493756183909noreply@blogger.com