Going Camp
Pictures from that trip I grumbled about, a while back. Beautiful, ethereal place, the Oregonian coast. Cold, with pine trees along salt water: A thing that Im not used to. Which ended up causing most of us to congregate around this:
Nice, warm fire though. I learnt the art of balancing kindling, and toasting marshmellows thanks to it.
Inspite of the cold however, I can't regret the experience. The place was just so serenely unlike any beach I had ever seen... the water came in murmuring and gentle, no noisy crashing on the shore. Cold, and gently merciless-- we were numb in under a minute-- it came in, swishing like tentacles and hands... here's rama and adla walking through it:
The last morning saw me happy to leave though:
Ahem. But that's only because there are parts of me that still hold onto physical comfort as if life depended on it. Which, if you are as much of a softie as I am in most cases, DOES depend on it.
Had my moments of going beyond physical being and creating personal stories I will tell young 'uns who are innocent enough and children-enough, to ask about... like me realizing what was in King Canut's mind when he dared the waves:
... I also stayed away from climbing the pier with the others [so I get anti-social. Talk to my lawyer, geez], and thus got to experience the exact weather change that occurs on north-western beaches on this continent...
Yes, that is me. Look hard enough, and you can see the red mop.
The sun set like a lazy beautiful fat woman nestling down for the night... But when she slept, all that was left was the kind of cold greyness that Osiris died in. No, really. All changed... except the waters icyness. No welcoming hands of an irish sea goddess... all that was left was the fog, and the reminder of the hour at which mortals should return to their fires..
...and their tents. Ours looked like this:
Yes, the ever faithful Ben came with the tent.
Cold and boot camp-like... I still struggle to describe some of the beauty there...
Cold is the beach of Oregon. Beautiful is the beach of Oregon.
You should go see it some time.
Nice, warm fire though. I learnt the art of balancing kindling, and toasting marshmellows thanks to it.
Inspite of the cold however, I can't regret the experience. The place was just so serenely unlike any beach I had ever seen... the water came in murmuring and gentle, no noisy crashing on the shore. Cold, and gently merciless-- we were numb in under a minute-- it came in, swishing like tentacles and hands... here's rama and adla walking through it:
The last morning saw me happy to leave though:
Ahem. But that's only because there are parts of me that still hold onto physical comfort as if life depended on it. Which, if you are as much of a softie as I am in most cases, DOES depend on it.
Had my moments of going beyond physical being and creating personal stories I will tell young 'uns who are innocent enough and children-enough, to ask about... like me realizing what was in King Canut's mind when he dared the waves:
... I also stayed away from climbing the pier with the others [so I get anti-social. Talk to my lawyer, geez], and thus got to experience the exact weather change that occurs on north-western beaches on this continent...
Yes, that is me. Look hard enough, and you can see the red mop.
The sun set like a lazy beautiful fat woman nestling down for the night... But when she slept, all that was left was the kind of cold greyness that Osiris died in. No, really. All changed... except the waters icyness. No welcoming hands of an irish sea goddess... all that was left was the fog, and the reminder of the hour at which mortals should return to their fires..
...and their tents. Ours looked like this:
Yes, the ever faithful Ben came with the tent.
Cold and boot camp-like... I still struggle to describe some of the beauty there...
Cold is the beach of Oregon. Beautiful is the beach of Oregon.
You should go see it some time.
posted by The Wizard of Odd at 8:46 PM
1 Comments:
there are three absolutely brilliant photographs in this series. one is the third one from the top - you staring into the cam, legs hoisted up and all. looking gorgeous there. :D
and the last two. especially the last one. love those little birdies walking around on the beach.
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