Emerald City.
They knew the other boy from school.
Mostly redwood driftwood
I like the patterns in the rock walls along the beach.Sunday, November 04, 2007
When The Tourists Go Back Home
The town is ours again. Today was that way. No noisy hordes, no cell phone addicts, no wild hounds. Just the ocean and the sun and a couple of blissful ten-year olds. Now ready to take on the work week, and a trip to the
Emerald City.
They knew the other boy from school.
Mostly redwood driftwood
I like the patterns in the rock walls along the beach.
Emerald City.
They knew the other boy from school.Mostly redwood driftwoodI like the patterns in the rock walls along the beach.
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Now these shots make me home sick! ; (
I envy you. The tourists are now coming down here. Those shots make me want to be where you are.
It is so pretty there, annie. I love those piles of driftwood. The tourists still come here for weekend getaways, but the summer hordes are gone. Now it's just the locals and a few of us snowbirds!
Looks like paradise to me.
Gorgeous! I miss being able to go to the beach; we're about 90 miles from the Pacific and the beaches on Puget Sound aren't the same.
Have fun in Seattle!
Beautiful.
I'm looking forward to Seattle in December (despite the expected rainy weather).
Looks lovely! I love it up there!
Wow, beautiful. I want to join those tourist hordes now! What airport do I fly into? ;-)
Okay, meet you at Moody's. It'll be a bit more peaceful now when the tourists are gone.
Oh, how beautiful! I especially love the driftwood shot; totally brought back a sensory memory of summer days at my grandparent's cabin, leaping from rock to rock. They lived just outside of Madeira Park, north of Sechelt/Gibsons, north of Vancouver, BC, and from what we called "the front beach" there was nothing but ocean between us and Mayne Island. mmm mmm good livin'
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