Sights during this morning’s low tide:
A Black Turnstone poking around in the rockweed with a small group of Surf Birds.
Cool limpet (Lottia fenestrata).
Seaweed.
Lingcod (Ophiodon elongatus) eggs.
02-03 Sol Shine
The world is mud-luscious and puddle wonderful.
~ e.e.cummings
Ashland, Ohio 2017
02-02 Sol Shine
Treasure the little things. For when you look back it may be the little things were the big things.
~ Anon.
San Diego, California 2016
02-01 Sol Shine
I am so glad that you are here…It helps me realize how beautiful my world is.
~ Goethe
Red-winged Blackbirds, Sweetwater Wetlands, Tucson, Arizona 2017
01-31 Sol Shine
The question is not what you look at, but what you see.
~ Henry David Thoreau
Spruce Cones, Manzanita, Oregon 2017
01-30 Sol Shine
Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before, leading wherever I choose.
~ Walt Whitman
Manzanita, Oregon 2017
01-29 Sol Shine
Every single day do something that makes your heart sing.
~ Marcia Wieder
Seaside, Oregon 2017
01-28 Sol Shine
“It’s impossible,” said pride. “It’s risky,” said experience. “It’s pointless,” said reason. “Give it a try,” whispered the heart.
~ Unknown
Seaside, Oregon 2017
Beautiful Baubles
A delightful little discovery in a tiny tide pool pocket. A rainbow made up of thousands of shiny, colorful, iridescent bubbles. If you look carefully you’ll see my reflection.
A lovely way to end a beachy morning!
Worth the Journey
A little over 1400 miles to drive crammed in my Prius with the stuff I didn’t feel comfortable shipping and two cats…my journey began. First off, allow me a small rant about I-5 – it stinks! In southern California the traffic is horrific. In the central section it narrows to two lanes each way with an astounding number of semi-trucks (and some genius set their speed limit at 55mph while the rest of us zip along at 70mph which works just fine until one semi decides to pass another and we all have to slam on our brakes). In northern CA, and almost all the way to Eugene, I-5 winds through mountains which I happened upon at night with fog, deer, rain, and falling rock. Just a jolly ol’ time!
On top of all that, the denizens of my vehicle were NOT happy campers. I was tense from navigating road hazards, Bailey was severely constipated from stress, while Wylie reverted to feral after my (apparently) ill-advised attempt to enclose her in the bathroom at the hotel the night before. I started that leg of our trip with blood dripping from both hands.
In those moments, doubt barrels in. Who the hell was I to think I could follow my dreams?! And yet, after all that I was able to spend this morning on the beach. What a way to start the day! Other positive items: my boxes arrived with very few broken items, Bailey is feeling better, and Wylie tolerated me for 5 minutes. Perhaps I am doing the right thing after all…
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