The Ocean

Just returned from a quick trip to the Mystical (and chilly) Oregon Coast. I adore the ocean, worship it. Though I've never lived there, I always have a sense of going home once my feet touch the cold grainy sand. The salty water, pulsing and moving with the draw of the moon- like a cosmic womb of sorts.

View of an ocean sunset. (Photo taken from my window)

Silver and chilly, misty and sharp. Exactly how I remember the Oregon beaches.

A couple of beautiful trinkets, gifts of the tide.

And one day I shall build a home by the sea....

Some industrious beach folk must have built this little structure from driftwood. Absolutely charming abode.