Fourth of July, Seaside Oregon

I went on my evening beach walk among the holiday seekers who blasted the roar of the mighty ocean into mere snippets of her usual magnificence. The booming and hissing sounds and sulpher smells were overwhelming by the time I made it back home.

Rerouted by the beach police I walked among the "camps" of refugee-looking groups, each carving out a fire pit and resting place—some with developed architectural design and attention to engineered heat retention.

The diversity of each cluster's sense or lack thereof to their temporary shelter and cooking abode captured my attention and focused my gaze upon the similarities of the structures and yet the obviously unique signature each group presented to their own tribe and my quizzical eyes.  One reminiscent of Chaco Canyon kivas complete with consistency and beauty, took my attention.  While others, lacking order, design or beauty, threw my gaze searching for something to assuage my inner need for peacefulness and tranquility to weather the intensity of the density of such a piecemeal patchwork quilt of human gathering.

Quite a journey through a foreign land.  Life truly is a dream rich with surprises in all ways, and this fourth of July escapade underlies this truth, yet again.

Kat

4 July 2016