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Capturing The Moment — “Martha, You’re Not Going To Believe This!” 5 comments

“Martha, You’re Not Going To Believe This!” — Image by kenne (It was cold for San Diego!)

Shoreline North Of San Diego, California (kenneturner.com)

Posted January 27, 2013 by kenneturner in Capturing the Moment, Information, Life, Mature, Nature, Photography

Tagged with beach, Blacks Beach, California, California Coast, climate, Nature, Nude Bathing, Nudity, Outdoors, Passerby, San Diego, san diego california, Shoreline, Torrey Pines

Capturing The Moment — Torrey Pines 4 comments

Torrey Pines Golf Course — Image by kenne

This photo was taken January 16, 2013 along the coastal cliffs in La Jolla, just north of San Diego. Today the weather is not as agreeable — thick fog forced a long delay in the third round of the Farmers Insurance Open at Torrey Pines.

kenne

Fog delays 3rd round at Torrey Pines (cnsnews.com)
Tiger Woods Live Updates At Torrey Pines: Round 3 At Farmers Insurance Open (huffingtonpost.com)

Posted January 26, 2013 by kenneturner in Capturing the Moment, Information, Life, Nature, Photography

Tagged with California Coast, climate, fog delays, Golf, Golf Course, La Jolla, Nature, San Diego, Torrey Pines

Shoreline North Of San Diego, California 6 comments

San Diego Coast — Images by kenne

Last week we drove from Oceanside to San Diego along the coastal highway. It was cool, in the 40’s, but a beautiful clear day.

kenne

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Posted January 20, 2013 by kenneturner in Information, Life, Photography

Tagged with beach, California Coast, Nature, Photography, San Diego, Shoreline

Capturing The Moment — The Sanderling 9 comments

By the beach border, where the breeze
Comes freighted from the briny seas,
By sandy bar and weedy rock,
I frequent meet thy roving flock;
Now hovering o’er the bending sedge,
Now gather’d at the ocean edge;
Probing the sands for shrimps and shells,
Or worms marine in hidden cells,
A restless and inconstant band,
Forever flitting o’er the sand.

Sandpiper!—haunting every shore
Where’er the waves of ocean roar;
Old voyagers that roam the deep
Tell that your dusky pinions sweep
O’er the remotest islands set
In ocean’s emerald coronet.
Far where Siberian coasts extend,
Far where Australian borders trend,
Far up the icy Labrador,
Far where the Mexic billows pour,
Are seen thy pinions, roving bird !
Thy melancholy note is heard.