Sunday, September 4

Corner of Pacific and Russian River

So this seagull walks out of a flash of light...
And sounding like Groucho Marx
The bird offers me a cigar.
Walking like Groucho
The bird flips himself
And reminds me that sometimes
A cigar is more than just a cigar.


That ocean air sure is intoxicating!

Waves swelling and rolling ashore.
Foam adding lace-like frills.

How wonderful it must be
to fly so low
close to the crahing surf
and then fly high
where you can take in the big picture.

An archway worn in the rock
provides more opportunities
for crashing of waves
And frolicking seagulls.

Sun splashing surf with light!

Closeup of archway.

Panoramic view of cove in late afternoon sun.

1 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

Thanks for the link to Norm; I think I know the dude/dudette. I just scanned a couple of the pages but parts of it resonates with my experience of eternity. Parts of it reminds me of the Seth Material as presented by Jane Roberts. It makes me think that Shakespeare was speaking quite literally when he said that the world is a play in which we strut our hour upon the stage. I think of it as improvisational theater in which the actors are the screenwriters and the screen is that "matrix" upon which all the different acts are played out.
Thanks for your kind words and stop by again. I put up new posts fairly regularly.

9/05/2005 12:06:00 AM  

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