The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.
~ Flora Whittemore
Colorful Doors in Barrio Viejo, Tucson, Arizona 2007
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Erin
Coddiwompling through life, guided by my love of nature and insatiable curiosity.07-06 Sol Shine
And if you are lost enough to find yourself…
~ Robert Frost
Saguaro blossom, Tucson, Arizona 2011
07-05 Sol Shine
Life has to be a little nuts sometimes. Otherwise it’s just a bunch of Thursdays strung together.
~ Beau Burroughs (from the movie Rumor Has It)
Bobcat, Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum, Tucson, Arizona 2015
07-04 Sol Shine
Promise me you’ll always remember: you’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
~ Christopher Robin to Pooh (in 1997 movie, Pooh’s Grand Adventure: The Search for Christopher Robin)
Yellow-bellied Marmot, Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado 2010
07-03 Sol Shine
I have learned to use the word impossible with the greatest caution.
~ Wernher von Braun
Northern Shoveler Drake, Sweetwater Wetlands, Tucson, Arizona 2011
Little Treasures
June was a lovely month here in Coastal Oregon; most days were sunny with very little rain. Whether strolling the beach or around Spring Lake, nature treated me to little treasures; with pops of color, striking shadows, and distinctive designs.
Twinberry Honeysuckle
Water Strider and Silhouette
Salmonberry – red
Dandelion Blossom
Salmonberry – orange
Sunset
Robin Egg
Weird Bug
Sea Jelly
Metallic Woodboring Beetle
Northern Anchovy
07-02 Sol Shine
A key to a vital life is an eagerness to learn and a willingness to change.
~ Mary Anne Radmacher
Bighorn Sheep Ram, Glacier National Park, Montana 2008
07-01 Sol Shine
A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.
~ David Brower
Shipwreck of the Mary Ann, Jekyll Island, Georgia 2007
06-30 Sol Shine
I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.
~ John Steinbeck
Garter Snake, near Bend, Oregon 2008
Poetry of the Pacific
Instead of describing my beach, I offer Pablo Neruda’s description from his poem, The Sand. Though he was writing about his beach near his home, Isla Negra, in Chile there are many similarities to mine up here in Oregon. Though we are separated by five decades and over 6,000 miles, we share the Pacific Ocean.
“Everyone walks across the sandy shore and crouches, searching, picking through the sand, to such an extent that someone called this coast “the Island of Lost Things.”
The ocean is an incessant provider of half-rotted planks, balls of green glass or cork floats, fragments of bottles ennobled by rough seas, detritus of crab shells, conch shells, limpets, objects that have eaten away, aged by pressure and insistence…”
Pacific Ocean Sunset, Lincoln City, Oregon 2018
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