My daughter on the beach two nights ago, playing with the slow sand.
Slow sand
My daughter on the beach two nights ago, playing with the slow sand.
Quick: label
It is because he was (label)
but he really was (label)
and hated himself
so he killedย (label)
the labels
create a safe distance
we think
we are not in those (label)s
drop the labels
a person
was sad and lonely and grieving and enraged
he took a gun
he shot many other people
bow our heads
and grieve
I took the photograph with my phone last night on the beach.
This is for Photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #63. I walked early in the morning last week and there were seed pods dispersing soft fluff, bits blowing and caught in the grass with tiny seeds.
My son heads for the east coast and a job today…..
Graduation last night and Camille is done with high school! Hooray for all the Port Townsend High School graduates!
I still don’t stay up much past nine most nights, but my young adult offspring talked me into a beach walk the other evening. We went down to Fort Worden and the Point Wilson Lighthouse. The sunset was glorious. I went back to the car for a jacket right away because the water temperature is around 51 degrees. It cools down quickly. The tide was coming in, so we only walked about half a mile, but it was gorgeous. This is looking north from Point Wilson towards Vancouver Island and the San Juan Islands…. over the kelp beds.
This is for Photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #62. I have a Little Free Library built into my fence. There is a bench that goes through the fence. Sometimes I put out a carafe of coffee. On the back is a small table that folds down. Now that the sun is getting up so early, I am often out there watching the dawn….
The red rose has been there for years, but never bloomed until this summer and last summer, because the deer ate the buds as fast as they formed. The deer have come in once when we left the gate open, but we’ve been careful since then.
Up very early and in my yard: it turns out that my fence is a help to spiders, setting small webs in each metal square. Each web is a small miracle with the sun shining through it and moving in the breeze.
Here is Boa Black falling asleep. After our furnace died, her new favorite place when there isn’t sun or my lap is up on these chairs, which are in the path of the warm air from the new heat pump. She curls up and enjoys the warm air….
I took this with a zoom lens when I was helping a little with a boat launch….
I was writing in my journal in the garden yesterday morning and this tiny bug kept crawling into it…. I worried that I would squash it. I took photos and then encouraged it onto a piece of grass and onto the ground.
BLIND WILDERNESS
in front of the garden gate - JezzieG
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