The giant drift logs arrived and stayed.
In Rialto Beach they created a spectacle.
They travelled for miles, some for more than a hundred years.
The sea played with them, toys of the ocean, accompanying their journey to safe havens.
They were tenacious travellers.
The logs were bleached but they could be red cedar, birch, maple, cottonwood,alders, and perhaps other species.
Were they letters the forest sent to us?
Read and study them.
Learn the ecosystem, how nature behaves.
Could they teach us about life?
photos: by me (on top) and by Mrs. Abstract (below)
Mrs. Abstract and I visited Rialto Beach,”located only 56 miles west of Port Angeles, Washington, off U.S. Highway 101”, driving through Olympic National Park, after we left Victoria Island and on our way back to Oregon before returning to California.
note: the idea of 10 short sentences accompanying a photo(s) comes from Erin Morgenstern, author of The Night Circus, in her blog of flax-golden tales: http://erinmorgenstern.com/flax-golden/