Three Things

Welcome to Three Thing Thursday where I share three things and you hopefully do the same.

(Historically, three has been a mere guideline, a self-imposed limit to keep me from listing three thousand things--which would be very easy to do otherwise. However, if you have more than three things to share, please feel free to do so.)

Let's begin.

1.  The photo above of a gorgeous piece of driftwood was taken at Haven Beach a week ago.  I love how the roots of this tree seem to be embracing each other in one last stance against the world and its elements.

2.  Without the context provided in the un-zoomed photo below, you might think the shot above was of the tree's branches rather than its roots. I love that it isn't and that the roots cling so tightly together. 

3.  One thing I don't love is my use of made-up words like un-zoomed or de-zoomed how many days stand between me and the remote possibility of a vacation (defined as a break, not even as a getting away) of any sort.  Until I complete quite a bit of work, there is no end in sight.  I'm the sort of person who really needs a one-way ticket to Bora Bora something other than work to look forward to.

Now it's your turn to share three things.  If you can't think of anything, please tell me something that you're looking forward to, be it a dinner date; a treat for yourself; a night out with friends or a one-way ticket to Bora Bora vacation.

Driftwood

Today's photos feature driftwood, and the accompanying narrative features drifting, as in off topic.

These first two photos were taken several weeks ago at Aaron's Beach.  I particularly like the second one, below, that looks like the two pieces of wood are shaking hands. Or maybe the one on the left is a gentleman helping a lady out of her chair. Or maybe the one on the left is givin' fives to the one on the right.

Or something.  See above about drifting, which may soon apply to the reader, who is no doubt drifting off to sleep.

Below is a piece that looks like more driftwood two dogs barking.  There's one on each end.  Click on the image if you can't see, but there are even eyes on these dogs. I wonder what they're barking at?  I think it's geese.  Canada geese.  Thousands of them that never leave, ever.

Good dogs. Go get 'em.

Now we come to the piece de resistance in this strange little exhibit.

The photos below, of what appears to be some prehistoric creature with arms outstretched, are from Cow Point, at the mouth of Queens Creek.  I shot this back in the summer. (The photos, not the prehistoric creature, also known as a piece of driftwood. But of course that didn't really need explaining now did it?)

All this fellow needs is a cape and perhaps a coat of paint to touch up his facial features, and he could be the mascot of Queens Creek.

Not that we need one, especially with this beast around:

Gustav, my mother's killer goose. Unofficial King of Queen's Creek and official inventor of the evil eye.

Driftwood Trivia

Wikipedia says: "According to Norse mythology, the first humans, Ask and Embla, were formed out of two pieces of driftwood, an ash and an elm, by the god Odin and his brothers, Vili and Ve."

Gustav Trivia

Wikipedia says, "From the time of the Romans, white geese have been held in great esteem....Whereas wild geese have a horizontal posture and slim rear end, domesticated geese lay down large fat deposits toward the tail end, giving a fat rear and forcing the bird into a more upright posture. This also completely prevents flight, though geese will run and flap their wings when startled, and may get a foot or so in the air momentarily... Domestic geese have been used for centuries as watch animals and guards, and are among the most aggressive of all poultry."