Casting crab pots into the sea

Cold Sunday morning, lavender mist in the distance over the Pacific beyond Bandon lighthouse, and the fishermen were busy with their crab pots, the birds with their scavenging, and me with my camera.

What most amazes me is that it's July and there are hardly any tourists. The beaches are vast and empty but for birds, seaweed, stones, and blowing sand. Dune grass dances against mist or clear sky. There are almost no cars on the famous Highway 101 that runs down the west coast of the USA. You can walk for hours on beaches, cliffs, and along the driftwood-littered limens and not run into anybody at all. Oregon has done an amazing job of protecting its seaside from development. There are walkways, rangers eager to have someone to talk to about the flora and fauna, and clean public toilets about every quarter of a mile. The State Parks are all booked up, but motels are almost as cheap as yurts and cabins and seem desperate for clients.

Again I shot a couple of hundred pictures of great standing stones between the shore and the horizon, but I was so hungry for the presence of a few more human bodies that I'm choosing this picture because it has a person in it.