Monday, July 20, 2009

Drifting Thoughts

In my next life, I want to be a piece of drift wood. Born of the forest, a long lasting love affair with the ocean, old age sunning on the soft sand, and final days in the hands of an imaginative spirit.

12 comments:

Holly Noelle @ Domestic Dork said...

That was really beautiful. One of my favorite posts ever of any blog.

Lily Boot said...

mmmmm .... I can feel the warmth of the sand, taste the salt on my skin and hear the waves lapping. thanks.

Joy said...

I can totally identify. I grew up at the coast and finding cool driftwood was a constant mission. :)

gardenmama said...

Beautiful photos and thoughts on driftwood... we just returned home from time spent on an island, I am missing the magic of the ocean and all that the shores have to offer.

Jodie said...

You have a natural way of sharing your creativity in a modern way!

Masasa said...

I second what Holly Noelle said! And I too can *totally* identify.

Rachel@oneprettything.com said...

Beautiful. I love driftwood. i could spend hours walking the beach looking at it I clicked over to check out your psychedelic playdough. It's fabulous!

boatbaby said...

Holly - golly, thanks (blush)

Lily - you sound like a salty dog

Joy - if I had a place to store it all... good thing I don't!

gardenmama - what island was it?

Thank you Jodie for your kind words!

Masasa, you rock as always!

Rachel - thanks! our playdough has digressed into shades of mud. methinks it's time for a new batch!

Christine said...

I love your pictures. Your little one's imagination is captured beautifully as well.

life is good said...

nothing like the great lakes...fresh water, cool nights....I have thousands of hours on them. From the pink granite rocks of Baie Fine towering hundreds of feet above the North East edge of the North Channel to the miles of Dunes along Lake Superior just east of Picture Rocks towering cliffs. The lakes offer vast solitude with the ability to drop a hook or tie up to a local dock close to a so distant town. A stroll down a old mining town now offering a quaint breakfast of grandma's cooking, along with fresh apple pies. The Great Lakes for the most part have enough ports within day sailing to give peace of mind mooring or enough bays to get tucked away for the night. The Great Lakes are much more boat friendly with no salt to chip away at the youth of your vessel. But, now that we are totally aware of what we have we find it in our hearts to head out to sea. I only hope that it will be all I have read from posted blogs and articles. I know the sea's can be higher, the water a bit blue and rolling, just hope our next adventure will be as rewarding as the Great Lakes have been to my wife and I....thanks for all who take the time to blog, it really helps us mentally to get prepared....keep blogging, taking pictures, videos because it inspires others to push outside our comfort zone to new walks of life......Tony

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boatbaby said...

Thanks Tony! Your beautiful words paint a familiar picture. I will always consider the Great Lakes home.

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