The beach holds mystery in its tranquility and wildness. Things are hidden and revealed in unending cycles. There is vulnerability in these cycles. The water rolls and churns, clears and clouds. One minute it shows you the diaphanous form of a jellyfish in a swell, the next, that translucent threat has vanished and you wonder... Continue Reading →
Surfside Symphony, First Movement: Pianissimo and Forte
The big blind dog, the husband, and I sit in the vaulted den, windows open to the dry northwest wind on a clear day. The surf has been blown flat and the slightest shore break caresses the sand. Now and then, waves kicked up by a distant boat or breeze wander in, slap the first... Continue Reading →
Welcome to Surfside Beach, Texas
I am finally getting a moment to bring this blog to life. We have lived here since April of 2018. I'll begin with reposting my original page on the topic of this move (found here on my writer's site, Scribbling by the Bayou.) This new site will focus on the nature (both literal and philosophical)... Continue Reading →
