Here sits David looking out to sea. His wife is in Reno.
We are having lunch, and speaking well of her.
This is the Ruby’s Diner at the Huntington Beach pier.
Category Archives: Sea
San Diego Skyline
This town is my adopted home. Like many of us here, I am a transplant. Let me tell you something about the weather; this image was shot at 5:30 in the evening on January 3rd, 2006, our winter. The temperature was 76 degrees Fahrenheit. 
… It does get warmer, and it does get colder, but whatever the change is, it is very little compared to most of the U.S.
I did go away for a few years. … But I have returned, I think, to stay.
Trees in the Lake
This is an interesting image to me. … It evokes loneliness, and yet it is a colony of birds as well.
They are protected here in their lonely home on the lake. Land based predators cannot reach them through the shallows.
For me, sitting on the shore, they are unreachable, except by my long lens.
Evening at the Salton Sea
The Salton Sea is a wonderful place to visit.
It has so many good memories for me and there are new memories. This image is just after sunset.
While capturing the image, the sea was very quiet, no wind, and still warm from the heat of the day. I could hear birds singing their evening songs as they were going to roost.
It is a good day.
The World Turns Under the Sun
At the time, in any location on our planet, when the sun is sinking in transit from day to night, all the species of plants and animals prepares for their nocturnal or diurnal missions. Diurnal, to sleep, and dream of love, life, and events untold coming from the events of the past day. Nocturnal, to rouse, take stock, touch, feel, taste the blood coursing through the veins, to live again.
Here we stand, at a point of decision. We can look at a moment and decide. Shall we live, or shall we sleep?
Under the Stars at Quivira Basin
I love the stars in this image. … It is so nighttime, still and quiet. You can hear every gentle groan, squeak, and rub, in the Basin, because there are so few noises of movement as the water barely moves in its small variances.
People are asleep in some of these boats. This place is, home and work, for those few living another life just a few feet from others of us that live on land. Even while they are at dock, they sync to the tides, and the stars, while we sync to the clock.
Horses on Del Mar Beach
This little section of beach is part of The San Dieguito Wetlands Project in the San Dieguito River Valley. The project will take 150 acres of coastal wetlands back in time, to when life flourished in the river valley.
It is also where horses can run in the water, and where I caught grunion with my family, as a boy. It is a place of people, kites, volleyball, and dogs. You would like it there. I do.
Women, Of Two Ages
It is cold today, even as the sun shines without clouds it is still cold. I look towards the summer when the beach is populated again. When people blossom out of the whole cloth of winter, and toast their bodies in the warmth of the sun.
In California, cold is relative, and relatively speaking, not very cold at all. … Still, I wear a jacket.
Surfers Shower – A Gentle Rain
A shower is always nice, be it a Surfers Shower, or a rain across the land.
The soothing water washes the sand and salt from the surfer. A gentle rain washes the settled dust, and grime from the plant leaves and streets. Rain feels good on the leaves of plants and on the flesh of mankind.
This young man, leaning against the post that supports the shower, is completely relaxed, content, in love with this moment in his life. The not cold, not hot, water courses through his hair, and down his wetsuit, creeping into all the nooks and crannies of his body.
I think I will go take a shower now, lean against the tile, and let the water warm and wash me clean.
