Category Archives: ocean

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Mundane Monday #167: water’s edge

For Mundane Monday #167, the theme is water’s edge. I took this yesterday on a beach walk with my daughter.

What water edges have you photographed? Air and water? Land and water? Ice? Cloud?

Link your entry and I will list them next week.

Last week, Mundane Monday #166, the theme was parent and child. I do not think there were any entries but mine. Message me if I am wrong.

 

 

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beach gold

Walking the beach Saturday at the -3.0 tide, the first bird we saw on the beach was… a pair of goldfinches. Only one in this picture. But there were two down enjoying the sun and the water and the seaweed. I don’t think of goldfinches as shore birds, but they didn’t seem to care what I thought….

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beach blues and purples

Yesterday there was a -3.0 foot tide at 12:47 and it was perfect for a beach walk. My daughter is home from college for a few days and an old friend came up from Portland. We headed along North Beach. I had my camera zoomed all the way out and was trying to photograph a crow right along the water line. I got kelp and rocks and water and blues and purples instead. It was a gorgeous day.

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surf

Have you been on a beach with surf and small rocks? The rocks click as the surf rolls in and out.

 

surf

 

it’s hard hard to let go of the dead

harder still to let go of the living

and you say to yourself
they love me, they just don’t understand

you try and try and try to explain

“Don’t talk to us!” they say

Whispers return to you

a garbled version of your words
out of context
twisted
they twist your words

you keep hoping

hope slowly ebbs
tide going out
sand in an hourglass
no, slower
erosion of a rock
tumbled in surf
smashed on other rocks
over and over and over

water wins
the sea wins
hope erodes

let go

they do love you

and they are afraid

they cannot let you close
they cannot listen

your words are fearful

vulnerable is fearful
speaking your truth is fearful
you authentic is fearful

they shake

agony of longing

to be authentic

let them go

and maybe love
and longing
will toss them as rocks in the surf

until they too are changed