Saturday, March 24, 2012
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It was a chilly, cloudy day on the Oregon Coast... perfect for walking a few miles on the sand! I grew up on the East Coast, visiting the beaches in Virginia, North Carolina, etc... Although they are beautiful, I never
loved going there. I much prefer the grey, cloudy skies to the too bright, too hot skies of the beaches I remember from my childhood. Winter and early spring are my favorite times on the Oregon Coast.
I love looking at all the beach houses while I walk. I had to laugh out loud when I saw
this one. I'm guessing that someone short needs to access those stairs! I walked over and I couldn't get up to those stairs unless I had a boost, had something to step on or used that ladder! Great way to keep beach zombies from your house too!
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The beaches in the Lincoln City area are filled with driftwood. There were so many interesting and beautiful pieces on the beaches today. I couldn't resist taking a few pics. The pictures don't do either of them justice but this first one was like an ocean-made love seat. It was a shame that it was empty and not occupied by a couple, snuggled in for a bit of sea watching. It made me a little lonely.
This second piece was so interesting. I couldn't help musing over how it came to rest here on this beach, where it came from, what forces tossed, gnarled and polished it... I just thought it showcased the strength, flexibility and beauty of the wood in such an interesting way.
This piece was the most fascinating for me. It was once a young, strong, tall tree living in a field or forest and now it has fallen, been removed from it's home, tossed and battered, split open and burnt. And yet it is still beautiful, strong and useful. It's a survivor.
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