I watched these two paddle along the coastline yesterday. They made a great team and seemed to be having a wonderful time together. What a way to spend an afternoon!
Archive for ‘Observations’
I stopped one afternoon this past summer to photograph a cool mural in Corpus Christi. The azure, geometrical depiction of waves was the lone bright spot in the entire run-down area. In other words, I wouldn’t have stopped there, alone, at night (if you know what I mean).
I walked around the derelict parking lot for about ten minutes snapping the pictures I wanted. On the return trip to my car I espied a small pink object. Ever curious, I reached over and picked it up. The message on the front of the pin brought a smile to my face. Why, yes, I do sometimes feel like I’m capable of magic (or at least capable of experiencing magical moments).
The pin may be a little rough around the edges, yet it retains a positive outlook. This pin and I have much in common!
I snapped this photo because the usage of the word groin struck me as odd. Previously, I was only familiar with it anatomically. Turns out groin* has another, rather specialized meaning: beach training structure designed to interrupt the flow of sand. Don’t you just love the idea of training a beach? Sit. Stay. Good beach. As if!
It strikes me as odd, with all the traveling I’ve done and my two plus years of living coastally that this is the first time I’ve encountered this term. After doing my research, I still have a problem with this sign. Technically, a groin is shorter than a jetty and is constructed in a series to protect beachside property from erosion, while a jetty is built to protect a coastal inlet or channel.
Since this structure is on the south side of Johns Pass, helping to keep access to Boca Ciega Bay open to water traffic, it is therefore, a jetty and not a groin. Nevertheless, this sign gave me an opportunity to learn something new.
*Of course, the rest of the world uses a different spelling (which lessens confusion): groyne, from Latin for snout.
Hope this bit of sunset over the gulf helps you get ready for the weekend!
Here’s Your Sign
I Found Treasure!
It has been one whole week since I moved into my new little home here in Treasure Island* and I am finally settling in. I am renting part of a triplex that was recently renovated: new blinds, kitchen counter, oven/range, bath vanity, toilet, water heater, and a/c/furnace. The only tricky part was that it was unfurnished.
My new landlord is a very nice man who offered to help me move in. He was taken aback by how little I had (just clothing and some personal belongings that fit in my car). Thankfully, I found some good deals on furniture nearby, I still need a dinette set but my sofa sleeper gets delivered next week.
The neighborhood is mellow and quiet, my neighbors are nice, and the grocery store is a mere four blocks away but the best part? I’m only a five minute walk from a beautiful, white sand beach!
*Treasure Island received its name after a publicity stunt planned by a creative hotel owner. He “discovered” several treasure chests (that he had planted earlier) on the beach.
Happy New Year, Y’all!
Forgive me as I repeat myself, I find this song’s message just as relevant now as I did last year at this time. I wish all of you a bright and wonderful new year, full of magical moments and love! ❤
“So as we raise our glass, to the midnight fireworks blast,
leave our troubles in the past,
hoping this year is better than the last…”
The Paperboys are an amazing band from the Pacific Northwest and I highly recommend seeing them in concert if you ever get a chance.
This fun sand art made me chuckle during my beach stroll this afternoon. On my drive out here last week, I stopped overnight in Baton Rouge. After eight hours of fighting through road construction and heavy traffic I was exhausted, so I walked across the street from my hotel to a little pub for a burger and beer.
The beer was ice cold, the burger was tasty, and the staff was friendly. So overall, a pleasant evening. The only oddity? Three people asked me if I was from up north, because of my accent. Umm, what?
It took everything I had to not snort beer out my nose – I don’t have an accent, y’all do! Also, this country has other directions beside north and south (like west, for example). Oh, whale!
Time for another rousing edition of Name That…Tune. This time, ignore the overly obvious. Also, keep in mind my penchant for paronomasia. It might help to be a bit of a birder…(and if you’re not one, you really should be, it’s a fascinating, fresh-air hobby). The winner will get their fifteen minutes of fame (or something).