The Newport Harbor Light welcomes the wearie traveler to safe refuge after a long voyage at sea. Its steady green light brings comfort to those who venture far in search of their dreams.
Water pours over a precipice crashing onto rocks below and thence on towards the sea. Rain fills the rivers, the rivers fill the lakes, the lakes fill the rivers below, and on to the sea where the water evaporates and becomes once again...rain.
By moonlight the perfection of our water cycle is pure and simple.
I recall the famous lines of The Three Stooges, those zany characters of old black and white television: "Niagara Falls, slowly I turned, step by step, inch by inch, Niagara Falls." I recall Lake Ontario and how the moon gleamed from its shiny surface late at night.
The night is made so grand by the orb we call the moon. How nice.
No board. Just one man and one wave perfectly in tune and flowing together.
This is an act of faith in high speed -- "If I swim just fast enough the wave and I will become one."
Simply, organically, perfect.
Those of us in the frozen north wonder where our butterflies go each Fall. Apparently these flying works of art enjoy wanderlust as much as we cruising motorcycle fools.
Emdot found them having a Formal Ball in a grove in Central California just a few days ago. Absolutely awesome!
What a fabulous fruit these Pomegranates are. Alone they are deliciously tart, tangy and yet sweet.
Mixed with liquor they make a fine cocktail. Tonight I've taken my field research to a new level: Pomegranate Martinis made with Patron Silver Tequila. Oh my!
John Lee Hooker is singing "Use me again" on the radio. I'm just sittin back thinking about motorcycles and friends.
I was skiing two days ago, and it's supposed to be 50 degrees tomorrow. Strange times indeed.
Late at night a bright moon fills the sky with an eerie illumination -- the world appears hazy, soft, cozy. Here, a timelapse photograph demonstrates the magical beauty of backlighting by moon.
Lovely. It makes me want to walk amongst the trees, dance between the dunes, and sail upon the seas.
This is how I remember Winter Mornings. Snow to the knees, gleem upon the trees, a nip in the air, a brief walk, a laugh, and then to the kitchen to savor a yummy fresh coffee.
It's a brand new year, a new beginning, and we are in the midst of Winter. El Nino or El-All-Of-Us is causing havoc with our climate, nonetheless.
So while we should be locked beneath several feet of snow, we are thrilled to have just enough of the white gold to ski upon (most of it sadly coming from a copious use of snow-making equipment).
Friends to the south are still riding their bikes, as is normal for their climes. But friends to the north are also riding on this New Years Day. That is truly strange.
In any event, it is a new year. May you have adventure, health, laughter and joy. May your days be peaceful and your nights exotic. And may the ice on your lakes give you sunset walks as pure as that shown in this gorgeous photo from Samuel K.
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