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Monday, November 30, 2009

Timeless and Priceless Moments.

Harbor Seals sunning themselves on the shore.
Tide-pools are fascinating.
Waves swell through the rocks. Tide incoming or outgoing?
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19 comments:

  1. The PliersNovember 30, 2009 at 7:21 PM

    My gawd! Are those feral grandchildren on the beach? I've never seen any up close!

    Beautiful photos of a coastline I know well...

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  2. OwenNovember 30, 2009 at 7:52 PM

    A day at the beach in November ? I'm jealous...

    Do those feral grandchildren bite ?

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  3. English RiderNovember 30, 2009 at 8:26 PM

    Pliers and Owen,
    I would elaborate on feral grandchildren if I were in the Blogness protection program. Stick with the subject. Moss Beach Marine Preserve in late November perfection. These kids (no relation) could have been from the present, from my own childhood or from a whole other era. The fascination and the importance of the memories undiluted by salt water or time.
    (The FGK's would have been poking seals with sticks).

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  4. MartinNovember 30, 2009 at 11:29 PM

    When we lived in Cornwall, visitors used to assume that we were always on the beach. The reactions were quite comical when we answered in the affirmative....'yes, between October and March, when we have them largely to ourselves'.

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  5. St JudeDecember 1, 2009 at 8:54 AM

    Oh you can' beat a good poke around in a tidal pool! Fucus vesiculosis, laminaria sacharina, lovely stuff but a bit slimy.

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  6. @elohDecember 1, 2009 at 11:35 AM

    Beautiful pictures. In my twisted mind, the seals remind me that those waters are some of the most sharks infested in the world.

    Assuming these are the northern coast of California.

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  7. ShatteredDecember 1, 2009 at 1:32 PM

    What beautiful pictures! Hubby in I were in northern CA in February. We got some wonderful pictures of seals sunning themselves... or at least we thought they were wonderful until we showed them to our daughter and she cried for a day over the "dead seals". Sunning... dead... apparently the same thing to a 5 year old. :)

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  8. English RiderDecember 1, 2009 at 2:49 PM

    Martin, The quality of winter light by the sea is so pristine. Of course my winter trips to the Cornish beaches were more likely to be on horseback than on foot. Galloping where the sand was wet and hard at low tide with St Michael's Mount over my shoulder.

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  9. English RiderDecember 1, 2009 at 2:52 PM

    St Jude, paddling around snatching hermit crabs and shrimps to put in a bucket and frightening ourselves at the possibility of bigger crabs with pincers ready. Sunburned shoulders and scraped knees, back to the family for hot sweet tea from a thermos and saffron buns.

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  10. English RiderDecember 1, 2009 at 2:55 PM

    @eloh,Oh yeah, I've seen those nature movies too. The water here is too damn cold to dip anything past an ankle all year round. Swimming is for pools or So.Cal.

    Shattered, I'm sorry, that made me laugh. Sometimes you can't win for losing. Kids usually follow the "Wah Wah he's dead" with "Can I get a new one?" Where does one procure fresh seals?

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  11. JeanDecember 1, 2009 at 4:38 PM

    Something mystical about the sea, tides in or tides out. There is an endless rhythm that is no rhythm at all with each wave its own tempo and beat. Hypnotic.

    Personally, I think the seals are cuter than then children. *G*

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  12. CiCiDecember 1, 2009 at 5:04 PM

    This is December already and now that we no longer live in southern California, we are ready for the mid west winter. Enjoy your beach weather out there, and I will throw a snowball for you out here!

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  13. English RiderDecember 1, 2009 at 8:11 PM

    Jean, I agree, on all points. (Thoughts to you for Thursday).

    TechnoBabe, Rather you than me in the snowball department. Been there, done that. I no longer go anywhere where the air is so cold that it hurts to breathe.

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  14. FrikoDecember 3, 2009 at 9:27 AM

    not a real beach, is it?
    beaches at this time of year are rough, windy and wet places; those kids must be cold.

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  15. English RiderDecember 3, 2009 at 8:18 PM

    Friko, not a real beach(bitch?)? Believe me we have options. Sounds like sour grapes to me.

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  16. BarlinnieDecember 5, 2009 at 8:24 AM

    A beach is a sacred place where many men have discovered their own souls. Sea and shells, sand and surf, nothing quite beats the calling of the deep to those who seek out the tranquility of life.

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  17. juliaDecember 6, 2009 at 11:13 AM

    Lovely pics, I feel quite homesick for the beaches of Brittany.
    And I am impressed that St Jude knows the latin names of seaweed! A saint after my own heart! I once posted a long, boring blog about seaweed!

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  18. English RiderDecember 6, 2009 at 2:07 PM

    Jimmy, Well said! Especially the beach in winter which seems so much nearer to the primordial.

    Mouse, Brittany for you, Cornwall for me. Two sides of the same coin. Nice to see you scurrying about other familiar blogs. I went to see your ponies, by the way.

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  19. Batteson.IndDecember 8, 2009 at 6:02 AM

    I vaguely remember the beach....... although it's only a twenty minute drive away, it's somewhere we don't venture in the rain... looking at these pictures makes me ponder why anyone chooses to live in a country that gets twenty litres of rain a day and generates a temperature no higher than 5 degrees for 345 days of the year..........

    Beautiful pics! :-)

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