Colorful Ocean Kayaks in California

It was the perfect day to have lunch where the Russian River returns to the Pacific Ocean. We found a small deli, a sunny deck with chairs, and settled in. I was enchanted with the coastal life style. Californians with dreads gave us big sourdough sandwiches, little children chattered excitedly at their grandparents, and sea kayaks in a crayon box of colors waited for the adventurous. Now don't you want to be there in that warm and inviting California sunshine?

Colorful Kayaks
A rainbow of sea kayaks waits at the mouth of the Russian River in California.
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Childhood Dreams

The young boy intently gazing into the fountain's pool sparks a question in my mind. What dreams does he have as he peers into the sparkling blue green water? I do not know his name, or his parents who were standing protectively nearby. He just happened to find his way into my viewfinder on a perfect Seattle day.

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Sunday Morning Gallery - Song of the Flower

Many talented poets and writers have written about flowers so today I will share a favorite of mine.


Song of The Flower

I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.

At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.

I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.

- Khalil Gibran