Sing along: One of these things is not like the others…
From the beach yesterday morning. I say still life, but there could be mites in the feather and the plants are still alive and no doubt there are lots of microscopic plants and animals in this picture. I am wondering how it is really possible to be vegan with bacteria around. Do they not count?
Do corals have venation? The feather does.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: venation.
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.
For Wordless Wednesday.
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.
You cannot be in love with every beautiful thing you see
I cannot be in love with every beautiful thing I see
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
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
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.