The pounding surf and towering sea stacks at Harris Beach State Park near Brookings, Oregon tend to pull your view up and outward. It’s easy to skip looking down. So far in this series, I’ve introduced tide pools and sea stacks. Today I am going to feature the beauty and personality of smaller rocks and driftwood.
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24 thoughts on “The “not so usual” Rocks and Driftwood of Harris Beach SP, Oregon”
The power of water never ceases to amaze me, carving its history into rocks and wood.
There is nothing it can’t wear away, given time. But it creates some beautiful sculptures along the way, Sue. –Curt
Some very cadaver-like chunks of wood. Beach combing is the best.
Sometimes, AC, I think it would be fun to have some of those chunks of wood at home, and then I think, no, they are great right where they are. 🙂
I am with Peggy, those are little beautiful rocks, who can resist them😊
Hello how are you doing there.
Not me, that’s for sure, Christie. 🙂 –Curt
Ah, the simple pleasures. It’s been too long since I’ve been to the coast. For a while at least I think the coastal towns closer to Portland were asking folks to stay home as they simply weren’t equipped to handle the crowds in a pandemic. I’m not sure what their current attitude is – I’m sure they’d like to make a living. Are things reasonably sane in Brookings?
We didn’t have any problems in the places we have visited over the past six moths on the coast, Dave, including Brookings, Bandon, Coos Bay and Florence. Coastal towns were understandably up tight for the first three months or so of the pandemic. We are always careful to mask up and social distance. I’d say give it a try. –Curt
Wow, such beauty in your post and pictures Curt. The power of nature never fails to amaze me and I love the shapes, textures, shells and rocks at the beach. Such treasured gifts! 💖💖💖
“Such treasured gifts!” That’s how Peggy and I think of it, Cindy. The beauty of nature is a precious gift and on the ocean where land meets water, it is always on display. Thanks. –Curt
It is soooo true!
You’re so welcome!💖💖💖
Hello how are you doing there…
Good on you. Poor John makes me carry the rocks I collect.
Laughing. There are limits, Peggy, usually in the range of 10-15 pounds depending on such factors as distance and whether I am already carrying something else. One of the rocks she had me put in the back of our truck was over a hundred pounds. That’s pushing it! 🙂 –Curt
The rock you said had personality looked to me to be a walrus working his way back out to sea.
Great pictures, Curt. And I don’t blame Peggy, I’d like to put some of those rocks in my garden too!
I’ll go with walrus, G. 🙂 Thanks on the photos. We rarely go anywhere without returning with rocks. Backpacking is the one place where I discourage collecting. Grin. –Curt
hahha, I can see that. It would make you look like the soldier I have in my Military Humor section.
One of the things I especially enjoyed about this series is the sheer variety of images. They’re proof that a rock never is “just a rock,” and so on. The last five photos of driftwood reminded me of bones. Perhaps some invisible hand has been out there throwing the bones!
Rocks have personalities and beauty, Linda. No doubt about it. On top of that there is the story they tell about millions of years of earths history.
The variety reflects the reality of life on the edge where numerous species have an opportunity to thrive and the forces of nature are more easily discernible.
And finally, the white of the driftwood shares the white of bones. I find them both beautiful. I might note, a big ‘invisible hand,’ given the size of some of the driftwood! Do I hear the ocean laughing? 🙂 –Curt
Each rock seems to have its own personality. And the water and shadows add more dimension. Thanks for sharing this to us Southerners who have only been to Oregon once. I’d love to do it all over again . . . more slowly.
There are big differences between the coasts of the Northwest and Southeast, although each has its own beauty and charm, as you have shown in your posts, Rusha. Do come again though. 🙂 –Curt
We’re thinking about it. Gotta stay healthy!
Always the goal, Rusha. 🙂