Alone (almost) on McClures Beach, Pt. Reyes National Seashore…
Where sea hawks hover in midair.Â
Where bare feet and red-painted toes dare not meet chilled sea foam.
Where the bellowing wind laughs at any other music.
Where the sun rises hot too late and sets cold too early.
Where the sound of the ocean lingers in my ears when I lay down to sleep.
Sights and sounds from The Edge…
January 11, 2013 at 3:18 am
Here I could stay. like forever 🙂
January 11, 2013 at 3:58 am
Glorious greetings from the gorgeous California coast Tazein Mirza Saad Jelena Milosevic (I know you could stay…I know you could), Mark-John Clifford and Alisa Fox (Alisa…I think you can see a lone person on the very left edge at the beginning, who would be my stepdaughter…thus my almost being alone…).
January 11, 2013 at 4:20 am
Giselle Minoli enjoy for me too 🙂
January 11, 2013 at 5:24 am
stunning! what a beautiful day 🙂
January 11, 2013 at 5:48 am
I know what you mean Bob Norman It’s an entirely different sensibility. But I have to tell you that today it was cold, cold, cold.Â
No Gray Whales in sight, sadly. Â Hello Armida Evony. Thank you!
January 11, 2013 at 6:24 am
LOVE the poem, too
January 11, 2013 at 5:56 pm
Good morning fellow pilot Thomas Perry. I could watch all day long the hawks and sea birds and how they handle the ferocious winds by the oceanside. The wind has been fierce. One will take off, get blown backwards and there will be an instant adjustment – the wings curl, beak down into the wind and they’ll just stay in one place, like slow flight. I don’t have either the camera or the skills to photograph them. I would love to learn how to.
January 11, 2013 at 7:09 pm
Hi sweet Stacie Florer. I know what you mean. But the winds in the mountains and on the plains have their own specialness, don’t you think? This is just one kind. But, you are right. I long for the coasts of the States. I have a hard time being in the middle of the sandwich. As I wrote, I’m drawn to the edges, the outsides, the ends…where I can see freely…
January 12, 2013 at 6:36 am
Just seeing this Stacie Florer…hmmm…living on a ship, now that I don’t think I could do. What with the claustrophobia thing and all… But I do love sailboats, particularly working them, which I have only done for two weeks out of my life…