Saturday Beach Report: Silver and Blue

Sailing the Silver Sea

Willets

 Willet Shepherd Girl

All of these photos look out to the Channel Islands National Park and the waters that surround them.
If you have any doubt about the impact of protecting these wild places, give a listen to Sylvia Earl's story HERE. It's story #3.

Thursday Evening Beach Report

My friend Ellen, visiting from L.A.

We watched the sun set behind Santa Cruz Island

The willers watched it too.

And for some reason, this photo of Dan appeared with the other photos that I selected from my iPhoto for this post. I uploaded this picture of him about six weeks ago when we were putting together a slide show for his memorial. I didn't choose it for this post, but here it is. 

Monday Morning Beach Report

Trinity of boats.
One island gone missing while the other holds
holy vigil for its safe return.
A single willet screams in the surf
and an emaciated mermaid breathes her last,
her ruined jewelry next to her on the sand.

Wednesday Beach Report

 Willets, wind, and waves.

The Santa Ana winds were blowing. Notice how the spray gets blown backwards. For some more backwards news about the winds of change, read this.

Post Holiday Beach Report/Love Letter

On this page we call today is a sky of chalk rubbed pale,
a lone surfer,
the morning soft and cool.
There will be dolphins, I said, and
there were-- tinted green in the translucent curtain of a wave's curl.
And willets rest, one-legged, while my heart rides
a single track toward you.

Early Morning Beach Walk

Blue-gray sky seamed to blue-green ocean

Sand dolloped with foam

Purity of willets' wings.

Seaweed spells out a message in a language indecipherable--

words I think I once knew.

Blackest crow meets whitest dove

Shells cracked open, picked clean.

No sliver of beach glass

Only my own footprints--present meeting the past head on.