Archive for the ‘Galveston Island’ Tag
Galveston Island Seagull — Image by kenne
“He was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight,
limited by nothing at all”
— Richard Bach
Pelicans and Kite Flying — Image by kenne
A child flies a kite
in the moment
as pelicans fly by.
— kenne
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
Beach: Still Life (Galveston, 07/28/18) — HDR Image by kenne
Galveston Island
A chair and plenty to drink
Shaded from the sun.
— kenne
Pelicans (Galveston Island, 2018)– Image by kenne
Kites Gotta Fly, Birds Gotta Talk.
— kenne
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.
Click here to see other photos taken on Galveston Island. Flickr Album
(Click on any of the Flickr images for a larger view in a slideshow format.)
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
Mother, daughter
the cord is really never cut
even after death.
— kenne
Surfing Off The Galveston Island Seawall — Image by kenne
Alms for the Shore
If I were to find a beach
With not a soul around,
I’d see how many footprints
I could lay across the ground.
And in that sand those prints would stay
Until the tide washed them away.
Twice a day
Tide sweeps the shore,
Collecting footprints, shells and more.
— surfpoetry.com