Having been camped up the house for a day and a half, we decided a walk on the nearby beach would be good, regardless of the winter rain...
Walking along the beached logs...
some look like giant whale vertebrae.
we found sanctuary from the rain.
I loved these sweet little sea birds, as they joyfully played in the chilly
water. Swimming and diving like synchronized swimmers with dear little
swim caps on their heads... (any idea's on what they might be?)
Who was watching who..??? I'm not sure, but these NorthWest Crows
have certainly got their act together, feeding on all manner of shellfish, washed-up
half eaten carrion, and of course goodies that unsuspecting picnic-ers who turn there
back for a second and don't know how wily these corvid characters can be...
I love going to the beach at any time of year,,, its ever changing, inspiring and beautiful.
Here's a Mary Oliver poem I'd like to share...
And the waves
from their snowy throats
as they come
over the moss-green,
as they crumble
on the incline
whatever they carry
in their invisible
icy and plump
with waled shells,
for the gatherers
who come flying
on their long white wings--
who comes walking,
who comes muttering:
coins of the sea
in my pockets
and plenty for the gulls
and wind still pounding
and the sea still streaming in like a mother wild with gifts--
in this world i am as rich
as I need to be.