It snowed a few inches in the Seattle area this morning. Unfortunately, once again, the miniature ice age did not fail to wipe out all of the local miniature dinosaurs. Now only time will tell how long till this once green land is full of their tiny roars again.
I spent a little time wandering down the beach the other day picking up bits of crab that had washed up with the tide. Every time I had both of my hands full I would go back to the old section of bulk head and set them on the pillars. In their prime more than seventy-five years ago, these once pristine and tar covered shoulder high pillars still stand against the waves. The protect the land and the homes above as they always have, and a small number still provide the place where treasures from the beach have always been laid.
The little top bit is a little more floral than I would normally put forth, but this is a very sentimental place to me that has been in my family since the 1930’s
There’s a very high possibility that there will be more of this bulk head in the future.