The beach at Manzanita is wide and flat. Walk north and you run into Neahkahnie Mountain – a formidable hulk of columnar basalt. Walk south and you’ll go for miles, all the way to jetty. This past Saturday morning I chose north.
The air was warm, no wind to speak of . . . and the water was crystal-clear.
The beginnings of a drift-wood beach house?
With the tide coming in I could only go so far.
So many rocks . . . I did bring one back for my soon-to-be studio pal, Leah, to cover with her lovely felt.
The receding waves’ frothy bubbles made great polka-dot shadows in the shallows.
Turning around and going home.