Aura

Visionary looking to the light...

Tides of October

Everyone's still at the beach...

End Of Day

Coming in for landing after overlooking all day...

Impressions

Imprints left in the sand...

Still Waters

Morning fog lifting off fresh water seaside lagoon... 

Pacific Patrol At Sunset

Thrillingly swiftly making our spirits well aware...

We journeyed to the coast,
impoverished souls,
pale faced ghosts,
nonetheless riddled with holes...

The prior year as the milepost,
full of chuckholes,
we arrived diagnosed,
needful of healing tidal shoals...

Missing someone not present most,
who up yonder scrolls,
lost on earth after long sclerosed,
for reparations we undertake pacific patrols...

Suddenly a sunset uplifts our 'til then blithe pneuma unaware,
jarred by geographical repositioning of terra firma and salt air,
thrillingly swiftly making our conscious spirits well aware,
all along missing person has been soulfully in our foursquare.

Small Wave Boogie

Heading in to the boardwalk...

Taking Refuge Under Pier

Contemplating why the sea is calling out his name...

Indigo September

Repossessing beach from golden boys of summer...