Willet On Galveston Shore — Image by kenne
I watch them on the beach –
shorebirds they are called
running here and there.
Residents of land more than the air,
they’d rather poke their beaks into the sand
probing for morsels of tasty crustaceans.
Pecking, always pecking,
scrambling to and fro,
they’re focused, ever focused
on the job at hand.
Not especially strong, graceful, colorful, or pretty,
they are, however, speedy.
They scuttle easily through low tides,
rushing for the shore on skinny legs
when waves come crashing.
These industrious little creatures
seem unconcerned with the loftiness of clouds.
Yet at times, they will gather as one body in the sky,
performing an amazing aerial show.
Run, sandpiper, run. Soon your eggs will hatch.
In your being grounded
you reap rewards.
— Andrea Dietrich
Joy, Hugh, and Jill walking over the dunes to the beach.
Chase
Joy, Hugh, Jill, James, Abbie, and Jerri
Joy and Jill
James and Chase
Blue Crab
Audrey, Abbie, and James Building Sand Castles. Our tent in the background.
James, Audrey, Abbie, and Jill.
Jason, Chase, and Hannah burying Abbie, James, and Audrey.
Joy, Abbie, and Audrey
James flying a kite on the beach.
Galveston Island Sunrise — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Daughter Jill and Mother Joy Celebrating Joy’s Birthday
Sharing one of life’s present moments. — Images by kenne. July 28, 2010
Surfing Off The Galveston Island Seawall — Image by kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 