Beach Fix

lookin' for the perfect wave...

late afternoon

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

~John Keats

golden

“Silence may be golden, 

but can you think of a better way to entertain someone 

than to listen to him?”

~Brigham Young

beachcomb

beach'comb, v., to search for pocket treasures (rocks, shells, etc.) along the shoreline in a slow, random pattern, usually involving melancholy or introspective thoughts; as in she spent the morning beachcombing in the beautiful autumn sunshine...

off my balcony

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace

As I have seen in one autumnal face.

~John Donne

sukkot heat

One can enjoy a wood fire worthily only when 

he warms his thoughts by it as well as his hands and feet. 

 ~Odell Shepherd

fall color

October's poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter. 

 ~Nova Bair

A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, 

in magnitude at least, 

but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame 

to warm the heart. 

 ~Hal Borland

How beautifully leaves grow old. 

 How full of light and color are their last days. 

 ~John Burroughs

The one red leaf, the last of its clan,

That dances as often as dance it can,

Hanging so light, and hanging so high,

On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.

~Samuel Taylor Coleridge

the original 'boyz'

Oh yes, it's hunting season once again.

Let's go retro, shall we?

How 'bout back to the early 90's?

Now, that's what I'm talkin' about...

whidbey island prairie