I think that life in general and this space in particular would benefit from more of an outdoor flavor; words and pictures rooted in Nature. Our recent acquisition of a piece of Keats Island, should make this easier. Welcome to Cottage Life. Any piece of Pacific Northwest waterfront is going to include a lot of logs.
A few trees naturally fall into the ocean when they die, but most of the logs that drift up on our beach represent little errors and omissions in the logging industry. Time was, you could make a living scooping these up and selling them back to the foresters; there was even a TV series about it.
I believe that the rock holding the log up represents the extreme northernmost point of Keats Island.
Here’s a close-up of another; they become more visually interesting as they spend time alternating between salt water and rocky beaches. I was walking along this one and was struck by the extreme whiteness of the exposed wood. I wonder how long it took?
Photo-geek note: we were on the island for five hours Saturday and I never felt even the slightest temptation to take the wide-angle prime lens off the camera.
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From: Elaine (Jun 16 2008, at 08:59)
"Beach logs kill" is one of those random phrases in our household, sometimes invoked when talking about bizarre and unlikely dangers, sometimes when just talking about the beach.
My husband is local to the northwest, and the "beach logs kill" signs are part of his mental landscape. Whereas for me, I grew up in So. Cal, where there are no beach logs, and the first time I saw the sign, I just cracked up.
A lovely example on flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/imme/21785576/
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