Solitude

Oregon coast. Salty air. Wind in face. Beach grass. Sea grass. Snowy Plovers. Crashing waves. Sand in toes. Solitude. Solitude.

Shipwreck.

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6 responses

  1. L. Claude says:


    Cooooooooool…thanks.

  2. Scott says:


    I agree with your thinking about automobiles. I think we drive in these metal coffins all our lives and never get to realy see the world. In fact Im at a point in my life were things just seem to have two speeds fast and not moving at all. Your excersise about pereferial vision was exactly what I needed to read at 5 AM in the morning. I was washing my car yesterday and there was some girl about my age standing there with a dog watching me. I paid her no attention though and didn’t think much of her. Now I find I can not sleep since my mind won’t stop thinking about her asking all these stupid questions like what if this and what if that. BTW I like the site might be here some more.


  3. ARRR! There be my buried treasure! Let me grab me booty and run as far as me pegleg will take me! (booty meaning loot as you read on the link)


  4. Matey, it be more gut bustin to envision you grabbin yer other kind of booty as ye run off on yer peg leg!


  5. I had been content to withhold my teasing comments so as not to trample the serenity of this posting, but now that all pirate hell has broken loose I am compelled say…

    Poor Cap’n Scott, mournfully wandering the Oregon coastline to collect the pieces of his Battleship fleet!


  6. Alas, tis true that I am a pirate without a ship thanks to that scourge of the seas, Urban Locust. Little does he know though of my cunning plans to shanghai the flag ship of his fleet, which I shall sail around the world in search of pure pirate bliss and immeasurable riches. Revenge shall be mine – MUAHAHAHA!

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