Repeating soft swoops caught my eye in this first photo, and I like how the rusted and weathered cables stand out against the monochromatic texture in the background. The next photo is completely the opposite, with lively citrus-colored floats and blue/sea-green netting. The dark black asphalt gives the light colors and the lacy-patterned nets a sense of grounded-ness. And then in the third photo, a yellow textured rope holds together the bright green and bright blue bundles of nets.
This is what I love about living on the Oregon coast -- access to colors and textures and weathered things all glowing in soft light. But then, too, I love the look of a harbor full of fishing boats, offshore sea stacks in the fog, the barking of sea lions, and the delightful surprise of seeing a bald eagle or an osprey soaring overhead.
In a couple of weeks the 34-foot motorhomes towing their Suburbans will be gone, coastal beaches will empty, and life will become quiet once more. For two nights in a row, around 10 p.m., I've heard large flocks of Canada geese heading south. Is this going to be an early winter? Or is their GPS unit out of order? "Recalculating . . ." ©Carol Leigh
