home sweet home

Even after the most fun trips, it’s always good to be home again. However so much to catch up on….  we were pretty much out of range of internet and cell for a close to two weeks. Needless to say things have piled up quite spectacularly.

Just so you know I’m still alive and well- here’s a shot of the moon from my backyard the night before we left.


Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home. 
James Joyce, Ulysses

sunset in the west

and to all a good night!


When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from his nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, ‘Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night be too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be. 
Robert Frost

barefoot in sand

The ankle is doing well and I decided to take it for a walk on (in?) the sand. The day was drearily overcast, so I didn’t bother much with monochrome scenes. Instead I zoomed in a bit more than usual.seven_devils-4883

A bit of green, some dried out seeds and a weathered chunk of driftwood.


In case there was any doubt, this is what the day looked like at the beach.


Then there was this captivating unidentified mini-shrimp?


These rather bizarre sand formations were worthy of a shot. Wish I had had the patience to focus in better or increase the depth of field, but you’ll have to make do for now.


Eric probably did better with his shot of these sand sculptures, but I’m including this to give you a sense of scale. You may note (if you’re the least bit observant) that the orange rocks have been moved for E’s photographs.


I have no idea why I shot this except that I rather like the contrasts.


Finally, there’s these Alder trees on the way out of the parking lot. I liked this mix of tree bark and lichens for lack of anything else to shoot. It was just so good to be out on the beach and walking (very nearly) normally again!

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.
Rachel Carson, Silent Spring

up and at it

Thanks to all you wonderful folks who commented or wrote with encouraging wishes for a speedy recovery. The stitches (I didn’t count them, or don’t remember the number) came out on Wednesday. The first order of business when I got home was a blissful shower. Then… of course I had to catch up on errands that had piled up during the ten days. That night the ankle was rather swollen. At this point, I’m limping around but keeping it more moderate. Things are gradually improving. I’m almost tempted to post a shot of the lovely (not) scar, but here’s a quick shot I took at the beach where we stopped that same Wednesday so Sissy could have a bit of a romp after being cooped up in the house with me. Eric did offer to take her out, but she’s such a momma’s girl that she just heads back to the car and wants to get back to wherever I happen to be. Wish I could fix that….


I know I’ve been missing some marvelous clouds and colorful skies, but I think having those eight screws and the titanium plate removed will ultimately be worth it.

There is no beauty in sadness. No honor in suffering. No growth in fear. No relief in hate. It’s just a waste of perfectly good happiness. 
Katerina Stoykova Klemer

waves of sand

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

a wildfire sunset

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

love letters in the sand…

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, Leadership Skills for Managers

sea, rocks and a bit of fog

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, The Fellowship of the Ring

Myers Beach

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

South Coast

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, The Picture of Dorian Gray


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