for sea & sight blue & white for sand so light prints are left till washed away legs will walk & hearts will talk till sea & we begin again
Grateful
Tag: beach
Flying Raccoon-Angel Dog
CRAZY
It's crazy how much I love this girl - if I'm a pirate, she's my mountain of gold and while sailing at night, my northern star yet when we dock, she's my Zanzibar.
(Joya picks up almost anything and turns it into a toy that she flips in the air, catches, chases, since everything is animate and joyful play in her world.)
Beach Fruit
I don’t know whether I’m more surprised that people leave fruit on the beach
or that crows and mammals haven’t eaten it before I walk past
or how beautiful it can be
or that it can blend in so well.
Winter Solstice
I love living here because Winter Solstice is the perfect day to dump jacket & boots
and barefoot it along the shore, whether playing
or working
or willets interacting
or eating
sandcrabs…
even the western snowy plover
is enjoying this perfect day on Point Reyes‘ shore.
Elizabeth Oakley Weaver 