Foraging between waves.
Riding waves.

Riders who make it look easy.

From North Beach, on the Olympic Penisula, in February 2022 and December 2022.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: surf.
Foraging between waves.
Riding waves.

Riders who make it look easy.

From North Beach, on the Olympic Penisula, in February 2022 and December 2022.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: surf.
For Brian’s Last on the Card, unedited from the two cameras I’ve been using.
The cover one is my Panasonic DMC-FZ150, taken out North Beach on March 29. I thought there might be otters, but no, zoomed in it is mostly mussels. Happy mussels. The tide was way out.

Trees in bloom at church, taken with my iPhone SE.
Happy March and happy April!
The ocean swelling and swollen, and the clouds are swollen too.
Taken January 2022 with my cell phone. For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: swell.
I have been focusing on the beautiful leaves and trees, but at North Beach there are still flowers stubbornly blooming, even though it has been near freezing every night for the last week.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I am taking your dreams because you don’t want them.
You don’t want him. Your small child.
You let him out to play with me, for a while.
But you say you you are always happy.
You say things are perfect.
You say our friendship is forever.
Then you start to back away.
You take music first: I can’t sing along.
You stop teaching me your instrument.
You stop me from listening to practice.
You sing to me on my guitar
but you never listen.
You keep me from your friends.
You keep me from your family.
You don’t want to say
that you love me as a friend.
The connection dies as you hack parts away.
Only the beach is left.
Your small child plays and laughs with me
at the beach.
And that is gone too.
I am hurt. I block the connection for a year.
A year is gone.
You won’t come back.
You can’t come back.
I do not want you back.
But I open the connection.
I want your small child
and all the monsters you keep hidden.
Bears and monsters, come.
Come with the small child and play.
Is it unethical to steal a soul
if it is not loved?
If it is not listened to?
If it is trapped and frightened?
I am stealing your dreams because you don’t want them.
And I do.
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I look for dream stealer myths. Not a succubus. Nor a dream weaver. Something else. Maybe something that is not textbook. Or a kitsune?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: textbook.
I took the photograph on North Beach yesterday.
I found this calcedony nodule on North Beach about a week ago. The lines in it are layers laid down over years and years, as the mineral crystals lined a space and precipitated. The different colors in the stripes mean different impurities. This is one of the biggest pieces that I’ve found on the beaches here.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: ripple marks.
I have been looking on line to identify this and have failed so far. It was a couple of miles along North Beach, yesterday.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Disarmed
unarmed
armless
without my right hand
unhandy
unable to shoulder much
diminished
injured
wounded
tendonitis
inflamed
irritated
limited
reduced range of motion
careful
out of reach
guarded dancing
sinister takes over
left fills in
ow
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I am going through physical therapy for a right biceps tendonitis. I have to pay attention not to make it worse, all that automatic reaching for things. I wrote this thinking about the word disarmed.
I am listening to Chess Blues vol. 4 1960-1967.
After the sunset, taken from North Beach.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: sunset.
BLIND WILDERNESS
in front of the garden gate - JezzieG
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