The Beach

The Beach

In between "duties as assigned", I took a side journey with the pugs to the Beach today. They were overjoyed to travel, and pugtona on the sand. We met a man who had 3 pugs, and he said Jack and Hannah were beautiful...who was I to disagree...!!!

There were several sights on the ride to the Beach that I have seen previously, and wanted to photograph. The advantage of traveling alone is that you can start and stop on your schedule...and we did.

This is a picture of an "out" building that I have wanted to see up close and personal. I also met a cat who had seen better days...he or she was not impressed with Jack's chatter...which is intermittent on any car ride...with the exception of a "missed call", a fabulous day...

Another Saturday in Paradise...

Another Saturday in Paradise...

This week was busy...SMF to LAX to San Bernadino to ONT to SMF...I was out of practice with packing, security was reasonable now that I know to send my Kindle thru the scanner with my laptop, and Starbuck's is still serving the Pumpkin Spice Latte, and grande was a fabulous one time trial size that made everything better.

Giovanni grew like a small weed in my absence, and has graduated to actually smiling now...so sweet...

This is a picture I took this morning while traveling to the Beach for our weekly visit, and the thrill of watching the pugs jet in circles. These Clydesdales' live in a huge pasture, and yet are nearly always huddled in the front corner near the highway, as if they enjoy watching the people and cars go by. Once we arrive at the Beach, it is entertaining to observe how Hannah, who continues to drag behind during most other walks, and can easily go a couple of miles in the salt air.

I am scheduled to be home for the next couple of weeks, the "to-do" list is long...and I look forward to knocking off a few more lines...

More Beach, part 2

More Beach, part 2
I was lucky enough today to get back to the beach...the sun was shinning, the temperature was warm, and the overall feeling wonderful.
This is a picture of shells that had been carefully placed on a rock by someone who came before me. I am in to the whole "sands of time" thought, and I have a collection of white (and several black) shells that are housed on my dresser and represent beaches I have enjoyed.
The beach continues to be a very healthy place for me, and I am enjoying feeling physically and emotionally healthier than I can ever remember...and though this is the "place" I have sought, it is a amazing gift and surprise to be here...

Tomales Beach

The Waves
Yesterday brought a spectacular trip to the beach. Being a Pieces, I need my time of sea air and sand. The sun was shining and warm, which I found to be a great gift on second to the last day of November. A long walk was followed by an equally nice long lounge...as I could not choose, 2 other pictures will follow...

Surfboard
Though this image does not convey the scent and feel of the ocean, I loved the red and the wax. Years (many) ago I spent the majority of my life on the beach, exploring, eating, drinking, smoking, kissing, sleeping, talking and finally studying. I did not have the desire to surf, one afternoon of "eating" sand cured me of that, so my involvement was one of watching...and sometimes waiting...

Seaweed
Seaweed was freely scattered across the beach, though the sand was bright and clean. A difference that I noted was that when you walked along, you did not risk stepping in tar. Tar was a fixture of the Santa Barbara beaches and you knew that it would be nice to get home and unstick it from in between toes, and other nameless areas.