I spent last weekend at the beach down in Gearhart, OR. It was wildly stormy for most of the weekend, but it cleared up long enough for one good walk on the beach:
I laid down on the sand for the photo below, not realizing that the wind rushing along the ground (and leaving the sand dollars up on these strange stalks) would cover both me and my camera with sand. Somehow the camera and lens both survived unscathed.
There were six of us (five were photographers) at a fabulous 1960’s beach house. Technically the weekend was a deluxe extended-play version of our book club, but we didn’t spend a whole lot of time discussing this month’s selection (The Year of Wonders by Geraldine Brooks). Mainly we played Scrabble, cooked, drank red wine, and sat in front of the fire.
There was neat old rattan furniture just like the stuff in my grandparents’ beach house in Quonochontaug, RI, kobenstyle dansk in the kitchen, and big big windows looking out on the water. I love the way beach houses seem frozen in time. I hope my hostess doesn’t mind me showing the contents of the downstairs medicine cabinet, but it was so perfect I can’t help myself.
When I arrived back in Seattle my shoes and ears were still full of sand. For more photos of the weekend click here.