It was a productive Sunday walk as I found a beach that I have not seen before just north of town. Those who know me know that I am seldom abstract nor am I drawn to abstract subjects, but I do like the drift wood. Honestly, this place gives driftwood a new dimension...one "piece" was a hunk of old growth log that was 25 feet long and was as tall as me. I am looking forward to returning to the land of birch trees--they are rare out here, at least ones that look like those that grow like weeds in Wisconsin and Minnesota.
Best of all were the Northwest version of Pussy Willows...winter, at least out here, is fading.
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