Wednesday, August 25, 2010

An Hour in Parking Lot Shores


What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture is that THERE ARE CARS ON THE BEACH. I know this isn't the only beach in the country where people can drive their cars halfway into the ocean, but that doesn't make it ok. Wait, I feel like yelling again. IT DOESN'T MAKE IT OK.

On a lighter note, there are also doggies on the beach. Doggies are good.

And pinchy crustacean remnants which are interesting in a seriously-glad-that-thing-wasn't-scuttling-through-the- sand-toward-me kind of way

Ocean Shores has horses who may or may not bite.

You can ride them while trucks zoom past you. Perhaps the horses' bridles should be outfitted with blinking turn signals. Has anyone in Ocean Shores ever heard of a PARKING LOT? I parked at a Shilo Inn and had a 10 minute walk to the beach. It really wasn't terribly difficult.

These girls had the right idea. I love this photo. I think it looks like a painting.


A beach that is half parking lot is stupid.
But the ocean, the greatest thing on earth, made driving five hours round trip worth it. Even for a one-hour visit.

Sunday, August 08, 2010

Sometimes You Have to See Blue Angels


I thought it might be more interesting to see the take off and landing rather than the actual show over Lake Washington. And then there's the real story which is that I was too unorganized to make it up to Seafair in time. Around noon I suddently realized I didn't just want to see the Blue Angels, I had to see them. The show started at 1:30, so after some frantic Googling, I found out they take off and land at the Museum of Flight, near Boeing Field (closer to Tacoma, no parking hassles, etc.) It was cool to see certain 'Who knew?' features such as the fly-by-numbers line up.



The moment before the Blue Angels take off, there is a great plume of smoke. Then they taxi down the runway for a few not-that-fast seconds. By the time you blink they are in the distant horizon.

I'm drawn to overt life force. I can't stand stillness or absolute silence. Having a fan in the room keeps my need for chi happy. Dancing, thundering, graceful, beautiful (yep, I like them) 1,400 mph airplanes in my zone takes me to the source of it all. I don't see an anthropomorphic deity. I see my deity in thunderstorms, ocean waves, mountains, and Blue Angels.

Corny? Maybe when you read it. But definitely not when you feel it.

Friday, August 06, 2010