Sunday, April 11, 2010

Driftwood


Winter storms stripped beaches down the island and deposited piles on our beach. So many logs - some with gnarled roots and limbs, others straight as telephone poles, all weathered a silvery brown and smooth from their rolling journey across the water. What is their story? Where are they from and where are they going?

So glad they stopped by!

11 comments:

  1. Oh wow Beverly--you are stirring the longings for the ocean and beaches and driftwood and sea glass and 'critters' of the ocean to begin to rapidly rise to the surface of my longings!!!! I'm going to have to give in one of these days--maybe I could just live in that driftwood "home" you've pictured there on the beach. Ignore the drool dripping off my chin ;-) CJ

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  2. More beautiful photographs! I'm smiling at cjvierow's comment. Couldn't have said it better myself.

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  3. a driftwood house with windows?!!! man oh man.
    i too wonder where those drifting logs have been (probably OUR beach! no fair!)

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  4. Ohhwwww Ohhwww I'love them. Did the boys make this shed? great to see them again.
    If only these logs could tell there story.
    And your shots are amazing as always.
    Hugs Dagmar

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  5. Hey Beverly your beach is much more interesting than the beaches here. LOL.
    Great photos.
    Nicole/Beadwright

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  6. Beautiful photos, Beverly. I once made a series of masks with just the driftwood and other things I found on the beach. We were spending the winter in Malibu to escape the Anchorage chill. Your beach looks to have treasures far beyond Malibu!

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  7. The 2nd piece of driftwood is amazing!

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  8. Just gorgeous! Makes me long for the sea...

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  9. This makes my heart ache. So, so beautiful.

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  10. Lovely photos! I'm land locked here in Atlanta, I long for the beach and the smell of sea air. Thanks for sharing!

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  11. What an amazing fort! Can we see inside? Driftwood is something we don't get in Florida. I loved it when I saw it in Oregon. I'm wondering what that second photo is: a llama, a giraffe, or some mythical creature? Perhaps your sons can come up with a great name and background story for it.

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