We were mesmerized by the beach that morning. How can we be 70 years old and been on so many, many beaches but have this one be so new, so fresh. The warm sun from the east and cool breeze from the west have been felt before but this experience never grows old.
What strikes us is the flatness – the way the waves start far from the beach and continue to move, move gently further and further onto the sand, getting our feet wet. A wave starts to break and the crest moves up and down the beach, another right after it, another and another. We laugh at the wonder that they never stop coming even though we understand the nature of the tides and waves. We had this same conversation ever so long ago about the Betsy River’s endless flow to Lake Michigan – never stopping.
There is a solitude that we feel, each moving on then reconnecting. Maybe it comes from the mist rising up the distant hills, the quiet, the vastness, the blue ocean that goes on forever until it merges with the blue sky. Maybe it is the water molecules of our bodies merging with the water molecules of the sea. We are at peace, but aware of the ocean’s might, its power and strength.
We feel a sense of discovery, seeing things not seen before. We marvel and question, but have enough experience to venture answers. Excitement and awe co-mingle with the solitude.
A New Day: Living Life Almost Gracefully 
beautiful images and thoughts – I love how nature continues to feed us, body and spirit, year after year, with it’s abundance
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Oh yes, Pam, you are so right. Thanks for visiting and for the nice comment.
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this beach looks so familiar – what part of the Oregon coast? I do love going over and enjoying the coast!
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It was at the Carl Washburn State Park. You can get to it from the West side of 101 through the day use park. We took the path from the campground.
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ah – OK, down near Florence
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Yes.
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a marvellous post Pat, poetry and beauty everywhere … I can imagine the great Pacific Ocean rolling in to those Oregon shores, then gradually wending its way across the globe to visit me at our beach months later, whispering all its tales of wildness to us creatures here 🙂
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What a wonderful thought. I’ll put a wish for you on the next wave I see. 🙂
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thank you 🙂
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Just lovely. There is something so restorative and rejuvenating about beaches. If it wasn’t for hurricanes, we’d probably own a house on Hatteras Island.
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Hatteras does get some strong ones, it seems. Thanks for the nice comment.
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That is an absolutely perfect beach!
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I agree! We loved it.
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The morning fog and the weave…. is breathtaking! Perfect beach morning.
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That it was, Amy. Absolutely perfect.
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That it was, Amy. Absolutely perfect.
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Ah, the joy of being in the world!
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Nicely said, Isobel. I do feel that joy.
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Love the morning fog over the Oregon shoreline. Well captured, Pat, and nicely written. Enjoy your stay there and keep the frames coming.
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Thanks, Tom. We are now in northern CA, with the redwoods and enjoying that coastline. Then I think we will be heading towards home.
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Beautiful sea pics,Pat. I was with you. 🙂
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Good. I’m glad you could come.
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🙂
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What lovely writing Pat to accompany your photographs . It really is an all mind and body encompassing being near to the sea like that – fantastic .
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Thanks you so much.
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Go swimming?
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Nope! 🙂
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A beautiful album of Oregon seascape.
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Thanks. It was a picture-perfect morning.
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I love this post, I can feel the spray on my face and hear the gentle swish of the waves as they receed to joint the next wave… I really miss the ocean.
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I’m glad it triggered such wonderful memories. Thanks.
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