Fifty Degrees and Perfect at WoodNeck Beach…
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Creative Play or Procrastination?
I am thinking about writing about teaching, and how I always return to it in some way or form. I know that it’s in my veins. There’s more to think about, so in the meantime, I’m talking walks, spending sometime at the beach, doing yoga, knitting, baking cookies, taking photos, teaching yoga and knitting… and thinking about teaching. Hope you enjoy this walkdoc while I keep thinking about writing my next piece.
No Complaints
WoodNeck Cross Currents
First Mr. Woolly Bear Crossing the Street
Not Too Many More Days Like This…
September, Quiet.
Mama Tet By The Sea
WoodNeck
Warrior 1
Horseshoe Crab Parade
Bella–Can you see me now?
Jason & Courtney
My Blackie Bear
Blackie Love
4 PM WoodNeck
Lifeguard Chairs are Gone
Today on our morning walk to WoodNeck, several town trucks were exiting the road to the beach. They were loaded with lifeguard chairs on their way to their winter homes. That means the official summer season is over, and we’re on to the next phase of life on the Cape.
By no means am I complaining…I agree with the DPW worker today who declared that between now and Thanksgiving is the best time of the year here on the water.
The lifeguards will be gone and so will the ice cream trucks, but it has been years since I paid much attention to either. There will be more sea glass, dark purple clam shells and lots of quiet. The seagulls will be more excited about the stale bread we bring for them.
And when we stay for the whole day, I might have a thermos of hot coffee along with my tall iced coffee— and there will probably be a sweatshirt thrown into the beach bag and maybe a larger piece of knitting.
The plants will start to change a bit, and the tall grasses will grow lighter in color. But some things always stay the same: Life is good here, and the best is yet to come.
Half Way to 124 Years Old
This week I celebrated my 62nd birthday or, as I prefer to say, I’m half way to 124 years old. It was the best birthday yet. Hubby and I got up at 4:45 AM and made our way at 5:06 AM to the beach with the best easterly facing view: Manauhant.
What a great way to begin a new year of life!
It was twilight as we hit the beach with chairs and assorted snacks. I was surprised at how light it was and the sun hadn’t yet shown a sliver.
To the west was the setting moon– a big peachy pizza pie slipping down the horizon. I love the juxtaposition.
We were the only ones on the beach — loved the solitude.
We sat in our sweatpants and sweatshirts, sipping a thermos of hot black coffee and watched the sky turn colors. First a warm pink then a lighter, brighter yellow.
The clouds were placed perfectly to give added reflection. Before long the top slice of the sun appeared. It was like a surprise gift–so much better than expected. Little by little it rose to meet or make the day.
It made my day! I tried to capture some of it on camera, but didn’t want to to miss being in the moment.
Before I knew it, the ball of fire was in full view and quite impressive. For that half hour, our world stopped and all that we focused on was the rising sun.
It was like magic. I have no doubt that the ancients were convinced that it was divine or quite extraordinary. I did a few Sun Salutations because it seemed like the normal, right thing to do. And thus began my sixty second year.
We spent the whole day at the beach, with lots of quiet time before the rest of the world awoke and put on their swimsuits. There was time to gab and talk about everything I wanted to do this year. We nibbled goodies from the cooler and had our books to read, pads of paper to write on, my knitting was often in hand and now a bit sandy. That’s OK, the kids will love winter hats with bits of beach sand in the pattern.
The quiet simplicity of it all was the best. Seagulls visited because David fed them bagels.
Pretty shells and sea glass found their way into my beach bag to maybe become jewelry. We kept finding clouds shaped like punctuation marks or animals in the sky.
As the day moved on and the sun was overhead, we took several dips to cool off and start the process of warming up all over again. With a beach bouquet and ginger molasses cookies in hand, we celebrated, and I loved every minute of it.
Portals and Passages WalkDoc July 2014
Sometimes a walk in the woods is more than a walk in the woods. This week at Highfield Hall/Beebe Woods in Falmouth, MA, there was an outdoor art exhibit that knocked my socks (and sweater) off. Trees were yarn-bombed with eye catching color and texture.
They surprised this visitor while traveling up the hill and, like magic, color popped on the sideways and byways– and all of it was hand knit or crocheted. The surprise element worked, and it was delightful.
Of course, the exhibit doesn’t end here, but gave me the incentive to knit some cozies for trees in my own yard. My daughter Molly’s immediate response: “Do it, Mom! All of them.” Ahhhhh, the acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree!
The design, color and texture of the yarnwork on the picture above is my favorite, maybe because it is so unexpected in such a bucolic environment.
The yarnbombing wowed me, but the sea glass fragment house sent me to the moon and back. A zillion pieces of Mother Nature’s worn beauties are linked like jewelry and create a small house. From the outside, it glistens.
From inside, it provides an entirely new perspective to everything around it. My eyes kept having to decide what to focus on: the intricate glass or the altered view of what existed outside of it.
I did think about how much fun it would be to collect and build one of these gems, but after careful consideration, realized that I might want to finish the zillion unfinished projects already in my queue. Maybe not….started to collect pieces already, just saying.
This last portal is a glorious gate created with shells and all kinds of found objects. It was a total surprise on my right as we meandered through Beebe Woods. I love the juxtaposition and the element of surprise. That’s what captured my attention throughout this walk… what a great composition of man made and nature made art. I want to go back again after the storm and see what it looks like.
Yarnsista 