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On Assignment: Cannon Beach

beach, ocean, cannon beach, oregon beach, toddler, cute, sun and sandCannon Beach, and a toddler’s cheeks. The brief sun on our lips and the ocean breeze in our eyes. A break from the craziness of the city and a meditation on all that matters.

family, beach, ocean, three generations, sun and sandThree generations stand overlooking the boundless deep. Toes wriggle into the sand under cold water.

husband and wife, love on the beach, beach, ocean, oregon beachSeparate paths on similar terrain. Hearts locked together and meditations alone. I may be on assignment but I am also fully alive, on a beach, with my family. Life’s circles come together in a perfect Venn Diagram and I stand in the center.

Cannon Beach, OR / afternoon / off the grid

Dance with My Salty Mistress

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Your salty kiss lingers on my lips, your twinkling caress on my toes. I leap and twirl while you advance and recede, our forces meeting again after far too long. In your waters the sand glistens and rises, performing its own intricate dances beyond my glance and washing in to join our waltz.

You’ve always intrigued me, Lady Pacifica, and sometimes when I’m far from you you invade my dreams with washes of translucent water that fill my vision and float me into a new world where breath is precious and bubbles fill my vision. Now you call to me and I venture deeper, deeper, and I abandon control and let you tumble me in your dangerous embrace.

Arcata, CA / mid-day / Samoa Beach Dunes Recreation Area

Do You Swim in Wonder?

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Benign sun warms my hair, cool ocean breeze kisses my face and exposed arms. The smells of saltwater & sunscreen fill my nose. Children shriek in delight as the cold water kisses their toes and sends exploratory fingers up their thighs. The sky is an impossible shade of blue, lightened toward the south where it provides a powdery blue backdrop for the villas that coat the hillside.

Eire crosses her arms and looks at the ocean while the sun glints on her tousled hair. She’s covered in sand, and the salty wet has reached her waist. I can’t even begin to guess what’s happening inside her mind, but one thing I can see we have in common: a sense of wonder at how much bigger the ocean is than us.

–Little Corona Beach, CA / mid-morning / off the grid