Day 13

getting there

 the Blue Star is ever-present

tamarisks and recycled seating

is this foragable?

rocks in the water

Blue door near the Blue Lounge

I’ve been reading Rebecca Solnit’s “A Field Guide to Getting Lost”.  She’s fixated with blue:

“The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost.  Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not travel the whole distance from the sun to us.  It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in the water…the blue of distance…the color of where you can never go.”

The Blu Lounge

The last People Populated Place I walk past before arriving at Krios beach is The Blu Lounge thus called because the pavement is painted blue. From now on, until Krios, I will no longer see the bright colors of plastic beach toys, semi-sexy swimsuits,  souvenir towels and recently pedicured toenails.

The colors that will dominated my view will be those of sunburned vegetation, mineral tinted dirt, weathered rocks and blue…the blue of the sky above and the blue of the sea spreading out next to me.  But, unlike that of Solnit, this blue will not get lost because it will find a home in my memory.

Blue

To keep the mantra color coordinated with today’s theme, I’ve chosen a song by the Mood Blues, “Ride My See-Saw”.

Riding a see-saw is a form of reciprocity. You take turns going up and down.  It’s also an act of faith—you count on the other not to jump off while you’re in mid-air.

Agreeing to ride the see-saw is a recognition that we’re in this life together.

See-saw up.  See-saw down. See-saw up.  See-saw down.