slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: Pacific beaches
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Correction: NOT blue jellyfish. These are called “By-the-wind sailors” (Velella velella), a much better description! Thanks, Joe.
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View of the surf and trees below the house. On Friday morning I got up to find Jeanne sitting at the table drawing with watercolor pencils and the other women gone downhill to walk on the beach. Jeanne offered her pencils for me to try them and I ended up, quite unintentionally, with my tapestry…
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Arcadia Beach State Park is just down the road from Pam’s cabin and has a much easier access to the beach than the steep cliffside path at her place. We stopped there to meet other participants and transport everyone who was staying at the house at Cove Beach a few miles away. This is Humbug…
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Wednesday, August 27, our last day at Cannon Beach… The famous Haystack Rock. Not nearly as crowded as an August day on our beaches here. At Wave Crest Inn Shirley’s little tapestry Flowers around Pam’s cabin Pam drove Linda and I back to Portland where we stayed at the fabulous Lion and the Rose Victorian…
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Tuesday, August 26, morning low tide in Cannon Beach, Oregon Pam helps me with the finishing touches on my wee tapestry, “Laurie Meets the Pacific” or “Saint Feet.” Linda Weghorst’s small tapestry
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Sunset at Cannon Beach, Oregon on Monday, August 25.
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A walk back to the cabin on Monday morning.
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On Sunday, I took a walk on the beach with my camera in tow. I nearly wore it out. I learned that the greyish green circular blobs blossomed into sea anemones. The starfish were celebrating in their party clothes. The sea gulls were really, um, mean to each other. Linda Weghorst showed us her portfolio…
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By the second day, I felt like I was where I should be. I felt like I was home. I feel this way every time I go to the West Coast. Pam started us off with a design exercise. She passed out small pieces of gesso board and a piece of yupo paper to make…
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Let me say it right up front – Pam Patrie is an AMAZING hostess, and her cabin on a cliff overlooking the Pacific oozed charm and personality and comfort. Here is the front of her medicine cabinet in the bathroom! Once we unloaded the food and supplies, Linda and I walked down the path to…
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