after i had finished packing and loading the car on our last night in ferndale i sat down to do one last loose gouache study of these lupines i’d picked that morning.
they grow tall and bushy here unlike the ones in southern and central california. must be all that water and coastal fog that cause them to get so oversized.
i pressed some other flowers from earlier in the trip.
how lovely they look on the back of this old wallpaper page.
i imagine a time when i can do nothing but read, write, and make visual records in my sketchbooks. since i have to return to work tomorrow, now is alas not that time.
i might be the only person foolish enough to visit ferndale for a week and NOT take photos of all her victorian buildings and houses.
i guess my mind was wrapped up in the foggy landscapes instead.
i’m convinced that i need to retire in a foggy place with trees and an ocean nearby.
centerville beach close to ferndale has the most incredible beach stones. i spent a long time painting these onto my page. now they’re stacked up on my kitchen window sill in between the bird & bunny knick knacks.
there is a small road that curves around marshland, farmhouses, lambs, cows, fern-lined creek beds, skunk cabbage, stands of calla lillies and daffodils, and all manner of wildflowers. 5 miles to the wild shore and centerville beach.
the museum in ferndale is worth a visit. it is filled with treasures of early settlement days. the man that was working on the day we stopped in was so very amiable. i loved chatting with him.
i’m reading a book i picked up in a eureka bookstore about the history of this northcoast. reading it will break your heart in two. settling places in that spirit of manifest destiny that moved the masses westward, meant death and destruction to the indigenous peoples, the native animals and plants, and the glorious redwoods (only 5% remain). such a sorrowful past and one that is vividly brought to life in this excellent book full of photos, letters, and primary documents.
i have a pot of beans bubbling away on the stove. i’m cooking them down like dottie showed me in ferndale. i started them in the instant pot and then transfer them stovetop for a few hours of low heat. thick bean gravy!
after i clatter out this post i’m headed to the kitchen table to write in my journal. then the last few hours of my “spring break” will be spent reading. and of course i need time for a little sketchbookery.
i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, doing “nothing” takes up a lot of precious time.
i need more time to do nothing!
i picked up that sticker in the visitor center of the humboldt redwood state park. if fit perfectly on the back of my little moleskine.
i wonder if sleeping with a piece of small driftwood in my hand will make me dream of the ocean. i can hear it calling to me. i can hardly wait to return. i miss the salt air, the roaring waves, all the different shades of blue and green, the dark sand.
i don’t belong here in the city anymore.
i’m meant to be collecting stones on an empty foggy beach.
when one knows exactly what one should be doing it is excrutiatingly difficult to do anything else.
let me just go mentally prepare for reentry.
i hope you’re off on a great adventure of your own. whether it’s inside your own house or across the world, do savor it and for goodness’ sake, report back any findings to me!