So, I haven't posted in a week, and it's 3:30 AM and I'm lying awake in bed snuggling a fast-asleep and very beautiful Goldfish whom I unfortunately woke up when I attempted to sneak out to the computer. What drives this blog are pictures, and the only pictures I've taken this past week would get me in trouble with family and quite possibly the authorities so in a rare exception to my rules, these two photos were taken a few months ago, not in the past week, but they have been sitting on my desktop awaiting an idea, and the idea is this: life's storms can either strip away the non-essential and reveal the essence, or they can deposit new and interesting features that add to the whole.The top photo was taken at Summers Bay after a particularly savage storm in March. The sand has blown away leaving the stones sitting on little pedestals with the sand accumulated on the leeward side. The bottom photo was taken at Little South America after the same storm, and all matter of strange items were thrown up on the beach by the waves (I'm still fascinated by king crab shells on the beach).
I guess life is a bit stormy for me right now as I head to Idaho in four days for shoulder surgery, my first glimpse at the idea that there are limits to the human condition and that the fun we have in life has a cumulative effect on our bodies. Too early to tell if the storm will strip away the extraneous or deposit the unusual . . . . how have life's storms treated you lately?
5 comments:
It is wonderful to know that you have been able to enjoy life this long before realizing your body has limitations. As a sister, it makes me wonder why? something to do with the thickness of your skull, maybe? :0) Now about these other pictures, I'm curious!! Looking forward to seeing you. I wish you had been here these past two weeks. It hasn't been above 70. Love ya
They've definitely stripped my shores bare, such that where you might have walked along my beach and thought that the entirety of it was covered in soft and silky sand, you can now see my hard spots. Just like the rocks in the first pic. The sand is still there, and there is more of it than rock, but those rocks were well hidden before the storm...
I, myself, like the idea of getting down to the bare bones of life! Paring down. Keeping what is important, and letting the wind take away the pestering chaff. Maybe that is called getting old...the Unangax^, though, value knowledge, and the best knowledge comes from place and experience.
Good luck on your surgery and safe travels!
Very beautiful photos but you've opened the door and I want you to walk through: I want to see or read of the things the authorities would find objectionable!
BZ
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