Archive for the ‘Puerto Peñasco’ Tag
Low Tide At Puerto Peñasco Image by kenne
It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun—
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky—
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!
— Langston Hughes
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Sea of Cortés Sand Dunes — Image by kenne
Sand Dunes
by Robert Frost
Sea waves are green and wet,
But up from where they die,
Rise others vaster yet,
And those are brown and dry.
They are the sea made land
To come at the fisher town,
And bury in solid sand
The men she could not drown.
She may know cove and cape,
But she does not know mankind
If by any change of shape,
She hopes to cut off mind.
Men left her a ship to sink:
They can leave her a hut as well;
And be but more free to think
For the one more cast-off shell.
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Tired, she lands on beach chair,
surveying people nearby.
Secure, she settles down,
uninterested in the adjacent plate.
Old, she gathers strength,
the sun is setting.
Images by kenne
Concerned, a nearby girl,
careful to not disturb.
— kenne
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Brown Pelican Taking Flight In Puerto Peñasco — Images by kenne
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. . . ok, so it’s a swamp boat, not a seabird ferry! — Images by kenne
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Last Flight of the Day — Image by kenne
“Don’t believe what your eyes
are telling you.
All they show is limitation.
Look with your understanding.
Find out what you already know
and you will see the way to fly.”
— from Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach
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“At The End Of The Day” — Image by kenne
At the end of the day
I watch the setting sun.
At the end of the day
I can rest from work.
At the end of the day
I get nothing for nothing.
At the end of the day
I reflect on the day.
At the end of the day
I attest to my resolve.
At the end of the day
I am at one with myself.
At the end of the day
I’m another day older.
At the end of the day
I give praise to life.
At the end of the day
I capture the moment.
kenne
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