What is this?

What is this beautiful image?

My ugly foot in the sand.

Oyster bed thingy. Looked interesting.

The Beach on a Beautiful Day

Rough waves- I'm glad I didn't go kayaking.

Black Oyster Catchers in the mist.

Seagull congregation. They were pecking at kelp that washed up.

Dad's Visit to Brookings

Checking out the Beach/Creek liminal space

Dad at the Beach- happy to be here after 9 hours of straight driving.

Dad's Visit to the Great Northwest, Continued

Parting the Rocks, down on the Beach

Dad's dream come true- Bandon Dunes Golf Resort

A trail that leads to the only known bombsite with a bomb dropped from a Japanese airplane during World War II!

Kayaking North from Brookings-Harbor's Harbor and Hugging the Coast

A cormorant drying its wings. All the stuff in the water is kelp.


Starfish hanging out on the rocks that poke out here and there in the Pacific. Half the time the waves kept them underwater. I almost capsized my kayak getting this picture (a swell picked me up and sat me down on the rock; the next wave knocked me off it and got me wet . . . and cold).

Second Kayaking Trip in the Pacific

Nest on top.

That's a Great Blue Heron on the right side of the rock. Not too far from her/him I found a dead, bloated, bleached white dead sea lion. I didn't take a picture.

Cormorants, hanging out on the rocks and leaving nice, pretty white streaks.

Its kind of hard to tell, but that little blob in the middle of the picture, behind the floating kelp, is a sea lion. That one and few others stalked me, but they never got too close. My biggest fear now is that when I get D.T.'s fishing pole up and running and start fishing I'm going to catch one of these guys on accident.

The goofy looking bird on the shore is an oyster catcher. For some reason, my big, clunky, orange kayak scared it off.

More Beach

Cloudy, like it almost always is.

This is an old, dried out tree. The middle has rotten away. The picture doesn't do it justice, but this thing is huge. I'm standing on top (its about twice as tall as I am). The hole is big enought for two or so people. Its just sitting on the beach with a bunch of other massive logs.

The Lighthouse in Crescent City, California- 30 minutes south of Brookings

The lighthouse is still active and a fellow lives there (but the light itself is automated, so the guy just talks to people who come out to the house).

Walking the Beach in Crescent City, South of Brookings