Digging in archives for the time being since I’m not allowed to put much, if any, weight on the right foot. The “hardware removal” from the ankle seems to have gone well, but the first night was hell with nausea from the sedative they administered. You know it’s bad when some really, really good chocolate ice cream comes back up almost immediately! Or is that TMI???
I’m opting to turn comments back on because I miss them, but you may have to excuse me if I don’t do much replying since it’s weird trying to elevate the foot for any length of time while I sit at the computer.
Onward… I was digging back through archives to come up with anything worth posting. This was a shot at Seven Devils. A lovely very uncrowded beach because it’s a bit off the beaten path. I never know what it’s going to look like until I get there.
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view.
― Edward Abbey
I imagine everyone has been hearing about the wildfires out west here. For those of you who missed it, I shut my comments option down because I was feeling pressured and guilty for struggling to reply to comments. Life just got too complicated moving out two sets of renters and cleaning up after them -just for starters. Then there’s a minor operation coming up in a few days. The doctors are calling it “removing hardware”! Translation is that they’re removing the screws that were put in my ankle some five years ago when I shattered said ankle.
Don’t know how long (or if) I’ll be restricted from walking on the beach, so I finally made the time to head out to see what the smoke was doing to the sunset. Just minutes before this shot, the sun was a rather eerie orange, but I liked this one best as it sinks into the marine layer (aka fog).
Dear future generations: Please accept our apologies. We were rolling drunk on petroleum.
― Kurt Vonnegut
I have no idea what causes these delicate drawings or patterns, but I think they’re wonderful.
Sure seems like some tiny creatures are trying to communicate with us.
Wish I had thought to include a coin or something for a sense of scale.
The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.
― George Bernard Shaw,
Back to the previous trip south, the same overlook that I’ve now identified as Rocky Point.
There’s something about Port Orford where the fog seems to drift in and around the points quite often. If you look closely, there’s a guy taking a shot of the ocean and a pair of humans walking the beach (waaaay out there).
I guess this might be why it’s called Rocky Point…
A bit to the south, we hiked down to the beach. I think that might be Rocky Point at the horizon. Lots of bleached and weathered driftwood at this particular beach. But most of all, there’s that fog creeping around the point. A perfect day. Not too hot and plenty of lovely clouds.
Life seems to be interfering with blogging lately, so I’m going to try shutting down comments until perhaps I catch up with myself. This might also mean less comments at the blogs I visit, though I hope to grab a peek and scatter some ‘likes’. I know my posts have been sporadic and will probably continue to be so. Thanks for visiting!
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.
― J.R.R. Tolkien,
Wishing and hoping those clouds bring some very much needed rain….
Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall, and wind may blow
And many miles be still to go
But under a tall tree will I lie
And let the clouds go sailing by
― J.R.R. Tolkien
Didn’t pay much attention to exactly where we were, but I’m pretty sure this was south of Port Orford… the clouds were doing magical things. The fog crept in around Port Orford.
Oh goodness. My 1,000th post! O_o
Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.
― Oscar Wilde,
I don’t often do political posts here at the blog, but I am so very, very proud of these activist ‘kids’ that I felt compelled to post this:
Of course Shell oil ultimately won this skirmish, but these activists held up the ship headed to Shell’s Arctic oil-drilling effort for 36 hours. Some dangled from a bridge over the Willamette River while kayaks attempted to block access from on the river. Here’s a link if you want to read more details.
Not sure how this will work, but here’s an addendum from a new reporter at the Portland newspaper The Oregonian: If the Rachel Maddow segment comes through with a link to it, it’s well worth watching.
The dunes extend for forty miles along the central Oregon Coast. There’s a lot of ATV activity in places, but also some sedate little lakes for calmer enjoyment.
The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
― Jean-Paul Sartre
A closer look…
I’m off for a “procedure” that I’m not looking forward to…. hope everything comes out alright. :D
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
― Virginia Woolf