I’m just home from a jaunt through the Northwest. I brought books, notebooks, and my laptop, but I didn’t do any writing work. I simply appreciated other people’s creativity.
With sand:
Latte foam:
Salty soccer chants:
And lyrics. (Our marriage entered its last year as a teenager, so we took it to a My Morning Jacket concert.)
Watching others exercise their creativity always inspires me. So now I’m home with my notebook, adding characters like this cat who does fundraising for an animal shelter at Pike Place Market in Seattle.
I LOVE sand sculptures. It always seems like such a brave art to me, to make something beautiful that's so easily destroyed.
I love the sand sculptures too! That's beautifully put, Miriam: "It always seems like such a brave art to me, to make something beautiful that's so easily destroyed." I agree. It looks like you had a wonderful time, Sydney!
It was so strange to walk down the beach the next day and see simple lumps of sand where dragons, moats, and sailors once were!