The Biggest Vanilla Shake

Gosh, blogging again. Maybe the readers will come back. Here's something I wanted to show you. Yes, you. Up in Northern California just before New Year's Eve, when that big headline-snatching storm was soaking and swamping everything, the sun emerged a few times to illuminate the havoc. And here's what the surf looked like, tossed so thick with foot-deep foam it seemed to move in slow motion. Waves of pure bubbles crashed on the rocks and sand, spewing up globes of emulsion that exploded into smaller globes and then arcs of gleaming filmy nothing. It was hypnotizing.

I did what I could with a sluggish digital camera to capture the wonder of the extra jumbo milkshake.



And more of the same.



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