A pelican falls, sharp as a stone, meeting the water below in a silent splash that sends salty spray high into the air. My breath catches in my throat: I watch in awe, unspeakably touched by this dazzling display of beauty ( Read more... )

(Written 3-7-07)It seems silly, when considered objectively, to say that a place where I spend one or two weeks a year is my real home. But silly or not, it's true ( Read more... )

I am in the heart of the boat when they come ( Read more... )

The picture hangs upon the wall ( Read more... )

( The ocean in me )

It's been a long - but nice - couple of days ( Read more... )