Baja

View of surfers from balcony (yes, they're tiny) ;p

Beach Art - one of the many "rock sculptures" I made

Stone Duck

Pool overlooking the Pacific

"The Guardian"

Point Break for awesome surfing

View from balcony looking South

Shoreline looking South

A few pictures from my week in Baja. My Aunt and Uncle own a condo with spectacular views. I had a very mellow time hanging out with them and spending time on the rocky beach. This is south of Rosarito Beach.

Common Ground

"no habla español"
aware of the language barrier
broken by sharing food

I spent last week in Baja, enjoying a very mellow holiday. I met some Mexican folks who invited me to their camp. It naturally was hard to communicate, since I speak very little Spanish and their English was just as poor. However, we ate mussels they had gathered from the ocean, smoked on the fire, and that indeed was an intimate moment, shared by all, despite the language barrier.

This is in gracious response to
One Deep Breath. This week's topic is "Common Ground".

Nurture

your face glowed with joy
as your little legs tried to kick
to help push the swing

will you remember
Auntie pushing you in the swing
when you're my age?

A day I'll always cherish. This is in gracious response to One Deep Breath. This week's topic is "Nurture".

Photo by: Miguel

Citrus - IF

I love citrus. It's one of those foods that really quenches my thirst. Plus, I like to cook with lime and it's so tasty in a gin and tonic and mojito ;)

This is an Illustrator piece I created in response to the weekly challenge at Illustration Friday. This week's topic is "Citrus".

Voice

Can you hear
my whisperings between
blades of grass.

Can you feel
my vibrations move
through the earth.

Can you smell
my sweet scent
lingering in moist air.

Can you taste
my flavor, unlike
your normal fare.

Can you touch
my smooth surface
awakening your fingers.

Can you love
my heart deeply
embracing all of me.

Can you hear
my whisperings between
your heartbeat.

I've included this for Poetry Thursday. The random generator prompt was "Voice".

Sleep

dotted in sunlight
a garden creature enchanted
fast asleep

in the garden I
sat waiting for the flowers to bloom
sleeping I missed them


This is in gracious response to One Deep Breath.

Urban Farmers

We dug and sifted
dug and sifted,
unearthing artifacts
from the World's Fair.

Brown linoleum
and sea-green tile
filled our pockets.
Rocks filled our buckets
and wheel barrows too.

Piles upon piles
of round, spotted stones
sprouted everywhere.

Cigar-sized worms
lived among them,
a treaure of our labor.

As we dug and sifted
dug and sifted,
piles upon piles
of moist dark earth
surrounded us.

I wrote this poem in May of 1996 and read it at the opening ceremony for the Queen Anne P-Patch. Some city officials were there and it was a lovely sunny afternoon. But, I must explain a bit about this poem's inspiration. The plot that was designated for this community garden was covered with blackberry bushes, and at one time the dumping ground for debris collected while building the Space Needle for the 1962 World's Fair. Thus, all the interesting stuff we discovered and hard work it entailed. I've also included this for Poetry Thursday. Thanks to all of them!