For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: walk.
The print is from today’s beach walk. Interesting, isn’t it? And here are more.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: walk.
The print is from today’s beach walk. Interesting, isn’t it? And here are more.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: speculate.
We walked North Beach yesterday, 2 or 3 miles out starting at high tide 1:30 pm. There was a very large dead octopus on the beach. There were three bald eagles in the trees above and then more in flight, arriving for a chance at this meal. There was a pair of bald eagles flying in tandem and then this bird. The white wing tips are the clue. I can only find one very large bird in North America with the wings with white feathers at the ends, and it’s not an eagle.
Do you care to speculate? If I am correct, it is a long way from the Cornell Bird Lab map of where it is supposed to live.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: spiky.
So this is a beach. Why spiky? The tide is way out. Watch where you step or sit, because these are the spiky bits!
Barnacles! The live ones are closed with the water out, but the dead shells are also sharp and spiky. Bits that aren’t spiky are slick!
I took these on North Beach last May. Wear shoes or at least carry them.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: walk.
My daughter was home for Thanksgiving and we went for a daily beach walk.
Taken with my cell phone last night. My phone wants to adjust the color, but I don’t like the “enhanced” photographs. If all the photographs are “enhanced”, we will lose touch with reality.
For Wordless Wednesday.
Here is the prompt: a node on everything2.com.
You cannot be in love with every beautiful thing you see
I cannot be in love with every beautiful thing I see
why?
what is beauty?
what is beauty to you?
what is beauty to me?
I like the trees
I like the ocean
I like the dunes
I like the grass
They don’t lie to me
They don’t wear masks
If they gossip, I don’t understand
so it doesn’t matter
When birds sing
I sing back
I don’t know what they are saying
but I try
They sing back to me
My cat is here
talking to me
meow, mew
I can tell when she has a toy
or a mouse
(or a bat)
by her voice
The dunes will fall
in an earthquake
I may be buried
if I am on the beach
like lava eating houses
lava burying people alive
suffocating
though on the beach
I’d be crushed
it’s not like snow
our dunes come down with trees
when they come down
yet I walk the beach anyhow
go about my life
in love with every beautiful thing I see
Sections of the dunes collapse. I stopped climbing them when I was sitting above my children and I was hit from behind by a collapse and pushed 5 feet forward. There was no warning, just sound and hit. I was not buried, but I realized how I could have been. I took my kids down off the dune.
There are sections of stairs left where the bottom sections have been washed away. Some days as it warms up, you hear sand sliding down, tiny trickles. I have a friend who saw a huge section collapse, all the way out to the water, with trees. He and another walker missed being buried by five minutes.
We walk the beach anyhow. This will collapse eventually but was standing on Saturday.
All sorts of unexpected things on the beach on Saturday, at the very low tide.
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