There's something magical about a beach early on a foggy morning. Maybe it's the mystery, maybe the peace. Hard to say. Our weather this summer has been a roller-coaster ride of warm, sunny days followed by cool, foggy days. While I would prefer more of the warm, sunny kind, there is something to be said for the balance. Houses never get hot and we appreciate the sunshine all the more when it finally breaks through. This morning I walked from home around 7am, headed to Harris Beach.
Fascinating how the variety of flowers blooming along the path has changed so completely since my last photo essay of this walk. These are a variety of fuschia. They glow even in the fog.
This early, even the morning glories were still showing themselves, twined amongst all the other greenery.
Too bad there's not something here to show scale. These were tiny flowers massed low on the ground.
These wild roses have been blooming for awhile and look as if they may be on their last legs, but they are still lovely and there are many of them.
Wild sweet peas are showing in all their spreading, glowing, rampant beauty right now, all along the highway and on cliffs. Everywhere!
I find it tough to capture the feel of a foggy beach completely, but somehow this photo works. These houses have never looked so good!
Lots of birds out on the water today, including some very large ones that I couldn't see well enough to identify. These two caught my eye on shore -- particularly that black one with the long red beak. My birdwatching friend tells me he is an American Oystercatcher. A first for me!
Back on the path headed home, the fog had lifted a bit, but still held a little magic. What a wonderful way to begin a day. Thanks for coming along.
There's something magical about a beach early on a foggy morning. Maybe it's the mystery, maybe the peace. Hard to say. Our weather this summer has been a roller-coaster ride of warm, sunny days followed by cool, foggy days. While I would prefer more of the warm, sunny kind, there is something to be said for the balance. Houses never get hot and we appreciate the sunshine all the more when it finally breaks through. This morning I walked from home around 7am, headed to Harris Beach.
Fascinating how the variety of flowers blooming along the path has changed so completely since my last photo essay of this walk. These are a variety of fuschia. They glow even in the fog.
This early, even the morning glories were still showing themselves, twined amongst all the other greenery.
Too bad there's not something here to show scale. These were tiny flowers massed low on the ground.
These wild roses have been blooming for awhile and look as if they may be on their last legs, but they are still lovely and there are many of them.
Wild sweet peas are showing in all their spreading, glowing, rampant beauty right now, all along the highway and on cliffs. Everywhere!
I find it tough to capture the feel of a foggy beach completely, but somehow this photo works. These houses have never looked so good!
Lots of birds out on the water today, including some very large ones that I couldn't see well enough to identify. These two caught my eye on shore -- particularly that black one with the long red beak. My birdwatching friend tells me he is an American Oystercatcher. A first for me!
Back on the path headed home, the fog had lifted a bit, but still held a little magic. What a wonderful way to begin a day. Thanks for coming along.
We are the Oregon Coast Visitors Association - the Destination Marketing Organization for the entire Oreogn coast. We are putting together a blog for our website www.VisitTheOregonCoast.com and would like to use "host" bloggers from the different communities of the Oregon coast. Would you be interested in participating and doing what you're already doing - but posting to our site as well? Have a wonderful day, Rebecah
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