The sea lion ambled into view as I leaned over the railing of the Balboa Pier in Newport Beach, California. As this rather large sea mammal swam lazily in the blue green water, I captured her portrait in a moment of sea lion ballet. Was she performing for the excited audience on the pier above? Or did we see ballet through our anthropomorphizing gaze? Soon she dove between the pilings beneath us and disappeared from sight. The dance ended as suddenly as it had begun. ♨
The start of autumn turns my sights northward, recalling those glorious days of colorful melancholy in the falls we spent in Ohio. It almost makes bearable the anticipation of winter.
Veterans of the American Revolution are buried in the cemetery at Mount Tabor Church in Ohio, which al so has graves of Civil War soldiers and veterans of the War of 1812 as well as both World Wars.
The difference between pilgrims and tourists is a perennial question. The best answer I have found came from a conversation with Peter Brown.
No moose at these falls, at least not when I have been there. Too steep, too close to a highway buzzing with autos and motorhomes, even a motorcycle or two, or a whole gang now and then. Refreshing deep waters at their base make these more like summer swimmer falls, inviting on hot days for those who seek out the…
Spider rock stands as a two-headed spire that rests motionless on its ancient pedestal, like petrified arms stretching upward toward the canyon’s rim. Inside Canyon de Chelly on the Navajo Nation, the lithic monument figures into Diné mythic history. ♨