The Time We Spend

Here we are, in the throes of summer.  Man, has it been busy.  Between the garden and fixing up the old farm house, I haven’t had many spare minutes.  When I do, we head to the beach.  Colorado gave me the mountains, but robbed me of the ocean.  I have to say that I prefer the latter of the two.

I beach comb while the kids are in the water.  In the winter, they wander the beach with me.  The beach in the winter sometimes reminds me of the Cormac McCarthy book, The Road.  Lonely.  Desolate.  Still pretty awesome, though.

18838881_10155456035429295_4425788886332112252_n

I find a lot of wood.  Take a state with a working coastline, and it’s no shock that the weather beaten remnants of dock structures wash up on shore from time to time.  We’ve scavenged from Belfast to Old Orchard.  The treasures on every beach are different.

20032108_10155602052534295_7921748683290241996_n

I’ve been…

View original post 218 more words

Advertisements

Comments are closed.