my front yard
Okay. It's not exactly my front yard. I don't own it.

And it is across the street and down over the sea wall. It could be called the motel's front
yard. But they don't own it either. ; )
Up on the sea wall, looking north

Obviously. I do live on the west
coast, after all. It's an amazing
day, and the wind is barely
blowing. A treat, since it's been a
fairly rainy winter. That big gray
building is the motel where I
work. The Sandcastle Beachfront
Motel. As you can see, the
"beachfront" is accurate.


**Just a note, to whom it may
concern.

Dear Whom,
If you're ever looking for a great
motel on the beach, or with a
stunning ocean view, be very
wary of the word "oceanview."
That can mean anything. That
could mean a great view of the
large painting of the ocean in the
motel's office. Look for the word
"beachfront." You stand a much
better chance that way. And for
the best beachfront motel in the
world (IMHO), check out
www.sandcastlemotel.net.

Sincerely,
me
Scanning west

Too bad the tire tracks mar the scene. Our beach is
closed to vehicle traffic, except for emergencies.
Didn't hear of any emergencies that day, but the Coast
Guard helicopter did circle back during a routine
fly-over the day before.
Scanning southwest

Dumb tire tracks. Beautiful day!!
Down the beach

I've always liked that house tucked in by the rocks.

We're heading that way, by the way. South. To the
Inn at Spanish Head for lunch with a friend.
Before we go to lunch . . .

Still standing on the sea wall, I decide to take a shot of my
wee place to share with y'all. Why not. If it attracts crazy
stalkers, that should liven up my life a wee bit. Looking
northeast. Where is my house, you ask?
Glad you asked

Let's zoom in. The red Explorer (remember My Little
Hummer?) is parked by my stairs, and my door is the
one on the right. Yep, a tiny apartment . . . which is
absolutely perfect for me. : )
Down on da beach

Let's get going, it's almost time for lunch. But gotta
stop for some amazing shots . . . of my front yard.
My rock!

Occupied. They love to sit on my rock. This is my
rock, cuz it's the one I can see from my wee place. I
love to watch the waves crash over it. Well, when
there aren't any birds on it, anyway.
Crashing, rolling, rolling, crashing . . .

And it never stops. Ever!
Almost getting wet

But not quite.
Earth, sea, and sky

Pretty amazing, eh?
How'd that get there?

Kinda washed out. Light was bad. Still pretty
cool, though.
Abstract art

Well, my attempt at it anyway. Almost to the
Inn! Good thing too, cuz I'm hungry.
View from the Inn

10th floor, I think, of the Inn at Spanish Head. The
restaurant is called Fathoms. Nice name, doncha think?
Heading back home

The tide is definitely coming in. Which means those
dumbheads should probably get off the rocks.
Beachfront

Totally. This shot may just show up on the
Sandcastle's website. Compare it to the
front shot, and call it good. Oh, and call for
a reservation!!! (Tell 'em Donna sent you.)
The Sandcastle

Home sweet home.
(The toll-free number for
reservations is
1-800-996-0811. Just in
case you wanna call.
Like right now.)
Click here to go back to the top of this page.
Click here to return to my photo gallery.
Newsflash: June 24th, 2008

Well, it was home sweet home. Now I'm really home,
back in the one town I have always loved as my home.
Florence, Oregon. Still in Oregon, still on the beach. I
wouldn't have it any other way.  ; )

Check out Florence's hometown newspaper. I'm the
sports editor.
www.theSiuslawNews.com