Oceans Roar

“My soul is full of longing

for the secret of the sea,

and the heart of the great ocean

sends a thrilling pulse through me.”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The power of the ocean is unlike any other. I was 20 years old when I saw the ocean for the first time and I remember the rush of adrenaline standing in the cold waters. The sea was endless, powerful, beautiful and scary all at the same time. Over the years I’ve grown to love the ocean and I treat it with all the respect and reverence it deserves.

The weather this past weekend was crazy on the coast and the power of the ocean was felt. We had 60 MPH winds on Saturday night and I sat huddled in my blanket watching the storm pass. I kept thinking please don’t let the power fail. Our sturdy little house held firm and for once the power stayed on. Thank you, Lord!

Even bad weather weekends at the beach are great weekends. We spent our time eating, baking, reading, watching football and sleeping. Too much  travel the past few months has left us strung out so this was a perfect time to get away. There is something about the ocean that restores us all.

When the weather broke we did get out to walk the beach and explored Lincoln City a little bit. I kept my camera in hand and took some fun shots of the neighborhood around us. We also discovered a covered bridge (built in 1914) on our way home. Below the bridge salmon were spawning and a bald eagle kept circling above. Such a treat!

Thanks for reading and enjoy the photos.

KMG_7989

 

 

KMG_7709 KMG_7716KMG_7925 KMG_7880KMG_7873KMG_7944 KMG_7958 KMG_7967 KMG_7980 KMG_8018 KMG_8043

KMG_8021

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s