Coastal Migration

As is the case with many other sloats, the Old Sloat migrates with the seasons.  In the summer he regularly makes a sojourn to the place of his birth and rearing...Portland Oregon...and to his site of higher education...Seattle and the Puget Sound area.  Wandering in the redwoods the other day, I came upon this large biomass...four or five redwoods soar from a common base here in Redwood NP.

The forest floor...redwood sorrel in sun and shadow.  The quiet beauty here stands in pleasant contrast to the spectacular trees.

View from my deck at the motel in Brookings.  Always nice to sleep to the sound of the surf.

Roaming in Boardman State Park near Brookings, deep in the coastal forest.

Now I'm in the Oregon Dunes, a popular playground between North Bend and Florence.

The dunes are great for abstract photography...sky, grass, and footprinted sand here.  With a brisk north wind blowing, the footprints don't last long if they're not reinforced.

This bloke is, uh, sandboarding the dune, I reckon.  Wipeouts into the soft sand are no problem.

Now I'm in Yachats, right near my oceanfront motel.  The late afternoon light here was ideal for another abstract shot. 

The central Oregon coast, like many littorals, is windswept.  West is to the left.

I found a fellow sloat on the beach at Yachats!  Ever bent on self improvement, he's doing crunches! 

The sun sets into a soup of fog, haze, and water.