Another Postcard: More From the Oregon Coast

Hotel room cable television can not compete with the programming on the Pacific Ocean Live Network in living color outside our hotel room windows.  We clicked through a vast heaving palette of channels a thousand grays, blues, greens, whites.  On one show the waters frisk brightly and on another, pound the beach angrily, and still another, calm evening waters.  The early evening broadcast: darkening rows of waves frozen, for a time-suspended instant in place.  The late-morning program: a view down the wide, frothy coastline where whitecaps rush to the shore while their long white tails rush to the sea, an illusion of the water stretching it self out in two opposite directions.  We sip wine and watch, hardly able to pull ourselves away.