Below, the exact same stretch of sky over three days this past weekend:
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It's a few miles south of Newport, Oregon. My whole family rented a beachhouse for the weekend to celebrate my dad's birthday. (Happy birthday, Papa!) My sister and aunt were up from California, my brother and niece down from Washington. And also two dogs. It was wonderful. And man, fall and winter may not be the most popular times to go to the beach, but the skies are so much crazier than in summer. How much do I love having an epic ocean view? It just makes my heart pound.
We met not a single person on the beach in three days. It was just us. Here's the view from our private bluff:
We look bundled up, and rain was pretty unpredictable, but it wasn't that cold. Around 50 degrees.
I love in this next picture how you can clearly seen the rain out at sea: those misty columns to the right? Rain. You could watch as they came nearer and nearer, sweeping in from the horizon to rain on you before moving along.
Sigh. I love the beach.
It's like I can feel my spirit growing and stretching while I stand on those vast stretches of shore.
Look at this Instagram my sister took:
|photo credit Emily Taylor|