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.

 

 

the wrong stairs

My title sounds like an Edward Gorey book. I adore Edward Gorey’s books.

These are the wrong stairs. Don’t go down them.

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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

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

 

beach tower

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.

 

Mundane Monday #165: sand

Good morning, Mundane Monday Photographers! This crab is smaller than my littlest toenail, and has acres of dunes to cross at the very low tide. What does your Monday look like?

The theme last week was a use for hands:

KL Allendoerfer with fingerprints.

If you have a mundane sandy picture, link and I will list them next week. Have a wonderful day no matter how many dunes you have to cross.