I was fascinated with the washed ashore plastic creations both outside and inside the gallery.
After visiting the Washed Ashore gallery we walked by a couple children on bicycles that I think Lewis might not be afraid of......although he may ask why they were allowed to ride through the nasturtiums.
I wanted to show you a bit of the beach we walked on, just south of the South Jetty. It was sunny with a beautiful blue sky but the ever present wind kept it pretty chilly. The water line was filled with wonderfully colored small stones. I couldn't help myself, I needed to have this one, and Oh, look at this one, Dave, do you have any pockets, my hands are full, please, this is the last one, I promise. We walked for a few miles along the hard sand, filling Dave's vest pockets with prizes.
We didn't meet very many people on our walk, just a few hardy souls and their dogs. The wind sculpted sand transformed ordinary things into works of art.
We turned and walked back (into that wind) closer to the high dunes so we could explore the piles of driftwood caught there.
Today being a Sunday we just stayed close home. I made use of the bountiful blueberries to make a pie and we made some delicious homemade salsa, sans seeds. Dave did some sort of work/maintenance on some thingy under the closet floor that he had been wanting to do and we grilled some tuna for dinner.
|my clever sous chef uses his headlamp to help|
see the tomato seeds he's carefully removing from our fresh salsa
On a very sad note, our son Jesse lost his wonderful yellow lab today. Ruby was his constant and cheerful companion for 14 l/2 years and she leaves a huge hole in all our hearts.