Several years ago when I lived in my little beach cottage on the Oregon coast (B.N.---before Nils came into my life), I was taking my almost daily beach walk when, as I looked down the coastline, I saw something large on the beach. As I got closer, I realized it was this magnificent sandcastle. No one was around putting the finishing touches on...and no one was standing around admiring it, as I soon would be. It was over 6' tall and enchanting in detail.
The waves were beginning to erode the lower levels when I first saw it, and a sense of immediacy came over me. I had to get a photo of this...but, of course, my camera was safely at home several blocks away, and I had walked to the beach, not driven. With adrenaline flowing, I walked as fast as I could back up the beach and the several blocks home, grabbed my camera and drove back to the beach access. All that time, I feared a little boy like my grandson would take a big stick and feel compelled to smash the castle, or that the incoming waves would have caused it to dissolve back into granules of sand.
But when I returned all was still intact, the castle was being ignored by all but me, and I was able to shoot the many shots I wanted of this fabulous creation. Later it would end up in several pieces of my collage work...like La Mer.
(Photos and art by Diane Lou.)