Last weekend my Aunt Pat and my Uncle Jim were visiting all the way from Virginia. It was lovely. On Sunday morning we hiked the beach, from Chetzemoka Park out to the lighthouse and back. It went from early am fog to sun during the hike.


Last weekend my Aunt Pat and my Uncle Jim were visiting all the way from Virginia. It was lovely. On Sunday morning we hiked the beach, from Chetzemoka Park out to the lighthouse and back. It went from early am fog to sun during the hike.


For Mundane Monday #170, my theme is beach play. Structures, castles, games. Happy July…
Here is the link to Mundane Monday #169: shadow.
Send your pingback for photographs of beach play: is it the clouds that reach you? The contrast between temporary and more long term? Gull footprints in sand? The boundary between ocean and sand?
Have a wonderful week.
For Ragtag Daily Prompt #49: welcome.
A Fort Worden welcome, as a musician arrives.
For Wordless Wednesday.
My theme for Munday Monday #165 is parent and child.
I have this small statue in my clinic. I have a small collection of parent/child and mother/child art that I have collected for years. I was separated from my mother at birth, from my father and his family at 4 months and back to my mother and father at 9 months. I was sure that adults loved me but I did not trust them: they kept abandoning me.
As an adult I understand that it was because my mother had active tuberculosis and that the first separation saved my life. But…. I can love people, but trust must be earned.
A patient said last week that I had a political statement in my waiting room. “I do?” I said. He was talking about this statue.
If this is a political statement, I stand by it.
Attach your parent child picture, political statement or not. And much love and hope for every parent and child and love.
One entry from last week, Mundane Monday #165: sand:
KL Allendorfer: Sand.
My title sounds like an Edward Gorey book. I adore Edward Gorey’s books.
These are the wrong stairs. Don’t go down them.

The stairs are on North Beach. The cliffs are sand and clay. Sections collapse.
People have stopped building stairs down to the beach for the most part. They don’t last.
I longed for a house on the bluff or the beach. But I don’t anymore. I think about collapse. When we have an earthquake, sections of the bluff will collapse. I walk the beach anyhow. I don’t feel protected, I don’t feel safe, I don’t feel lucky. I feel…. mortal.
For Wordless Wednesday.
BLIND WILDERNESS
in front of the garden gate - JezzieG
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An onion has many layers. So have I!
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Taking the camera for a walk!!!
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