Rose-Adams Oregon Trip

 

 

 Here is a little photoessay of the beach house, followed by moonrise on our last night in Brookings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 90 steps from the house to the beach. Here are our neighbors to the south (“A little grass shack in...”)

Here is a tiny tide pool where some starfish and sea anemone are trapped, waiting for the next high tide. 

The rough seabed exposed, with thousands of mussels and other shellfish trapped above water—for the moment.  One of many small grottos along the shore.

In the morning, the seagulls camp out on the beach, no doubt waiting for tiny shellfish and any other edibles that constantly wash ashore here.

 The view to the south: The view to the north:

The flora here are wonderful. In the season, fields around Brookings are full of flowers, evidently grown for nurseries and florists. It is quite a sight.     A short ways south of here, at Smith River, there is a sign proclaiming that location to be “the lily-bulb capitol of the world.” I am not sure exactly what that means. Likely it states that more lily-bulbs are grown here than anywhere else, a claim that I am not prepared to dispute. Or it may mean that the Smith River location is so conducive to the growth of lily-bulbs that they are drawn to it for its sheer beneficence. But it might mean that Smith River is the seat of a world-wide system of governance among lily-bulbs, about which we know little. I leave it to you.

 We had a visitor today.

 

 ...for a moment at sunset.

 Stormy day. Tide coming in.