Beach – On the Edge of Life and Death
Late afternoon. Bastendorff Beach. Cape Arago. Few people. Low tide. Golden light. I walk and run and…
Late afternoon. Bastendorff Beach. Cape Arago. Few people. Low tide. Golden light. I walk and run and…
When I set out to follow the belted kingfisher, I started with the intrigue of a definition….
“Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze – On…
Flute song spirals up into the trees along the coastal trail to the pelagic cormorant colony. Swainson’s…
Egrets like moon slivers Shine in the morning light Stalk the edge of eelgrass And the still…
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