Month: October 2017

  • Automatic Pilot

    Automatic Pilot

    Sometimes when I walk on the beach, my mind seems totally vacant.  I discover I’ve walked most of the way back without any awareness at all, as if I’ve been on some other planet or alone in a dark room.  I’ve missed the experience I’ve just had, blank to the waves, the wind, the birds, […]

  • Cooperation and Crows

    Cooperation and Crows

    Yesterday I saw an amazing sight in my front yard.  Apparently a kite string had become tangled in the high limbs of a pine tree, snaring a young crow.  No matter how much the bird cawed and twisted, he was unable to free himself.  Small groups of crows collected on adjacent branches, squawking and calling, […]

  • Half-Light


    Last night I stood on the porch and saw the trees silhouetted by the falling sun.  The scene was robbed of color, only the back and white of approaching night.  Set against the sun, the trees stood as shapes, each pine needle almost a distinct entity.  In one sense, I could distinguish the trees more […]

  • Ocean Light

    Ocean Light

    Several years ago I spent two weeks in Paris, visiting many of the museums.  The seascapes captured my attention, as various artists attempted to depict the movement of the ocean, recording on the canvas its multiple moods.  They tried, using various techniques, to duplicate the light falling on waves, the path the sun lays upon […]

  • Something Missing

    Something Missing

     I love to carry my camera with me as I walk, taking pictures of things that catch my attention .  I look through the lens and feel the photo will be perfect, capturing the entire range of what lies before me.  A heron strutting for a fisherman’s attention, a gull soaring in blue sky, shadows […]

  • Morning Glory

    Morning Glory

    In a dune of pure white sand, a wild morning glory flourishes.  Tightly coiled bud, full blossom and spent flower—it is a perfect picture of life’s stages.  I wonder how it receives nourishment in the sand, or how it can find enough water to sustain life.  And yet it blooms happily, sending roots deep into […]

  • Whip-poor-will’s Song

    Whip-poor-will’s Song

    Last night I listened to the whip-poor-wills outside my open window.  One was in a tall pine near the house, and the other was some distance away, in a swampy area on the bay.  All night long they called to one another, their song repeated endlessly against the darkness.  Perhaps each wanted the other to […]

  • Calming the Sea

    Calming the Sea

    I read today the story of Jesus calming the storm when his disciples were frightened.  No wonder this miracle has such power to impress; certainly the power of the sea is undisputed.  Old maps identify sunken ships and divers try to unearth treasure buried under the sea’s sands.  Anyone who can control the sea possesses […]