Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Excuses, excuses

I didn't write a word last week. At least not fiction. Not story fiction. Every day postcard fiction is another story. I did see Alex's house from the air. Wicked cool. Last night I dreamt I went over the falls in a caterpillar. The construction kind. I took two friends with me. Ooops. I suspect the dream had its root in a discussion about Alex kayaking over waterfalls in Oregon. Both the discussion and the kayaking took place in that state. I was on a much needed vacation with a great group of friends. Alex and Nea did come with me but stayed very much in the background while I played.

I didn't realize the world ended rather abruptly at Cannon Beach. All of my attention was focused on trying to snap the following photo. Consequently, I fell off the continent.
I think it was worth it.

5 comments:

  1. Beautiful photo. Makes me wish I were back at the beach right now :)

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  2. Hey, I circled right back to ME! (not her)

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  3. Great picture. And how many people can say (or would think to) that they fell off a continent. Snort.

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  4. And that does /not/ mean you can say she's incontinent ;)

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  5. uncontinent?

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