September Moonset Davenport

If y'all ever get to Davenport, Ca or are passing through like us, stop at the Whale City Cafe and Bakery....You can overlook the Pacific Ocean and casually have a mocha, breakfast, lunch, dinner, or a bakery item. My wife and I stop here every time we are nearby and sleep right there in our truck on the beach (it has a sleeper like an RV.) That should be good enough for a free meal Whale City!!! Oh, and the view.....not on the menu...can't order it...but it doesn't cost a thing!!!! You can see a seal, maybe a whale sometimes, and sometimes on a very, very special day....a drunk will walk up to you and ask if you have any spare change. Ahhh...those are the days you never forget........even if you try. Oh...and so much for minimalism....lol....the colors of the d300 are just too inviting!! I think that is Nikon's biggest achievement with this and the d3. (along with the low light characteristics)

 

oceans are dreams (James watkins) not hdr

 

Oceans are dreams, that rise and fall

beyond the conscious mind.

Vast volumed vaults transitioning-

rolling ridges ranging high.

 

Joined with all creation dance,

like liquid living beings-

quiet, dark depths of passion fire-

eternally careening.

 

Held in viscous vision,

caught between the separate worlds-

all heaven and earthy creature-

floating figured forms unfurled.

 

Ghosts-aglow and gaping-

gathered gremlins, timeless trails-

beyond all thought or reason-

hidden highways, watery veils.

 

Desperate, driven, hungry hunters-

casual commerce-bloody blades.

Liquid-larcened fathoms fallen,

fevered fits in cavalcade.

 

Contrasts, calm and constant-

consumation, cold desire-

carefully crushed by eons,

in vile volcanic fire.

 

Down some corridor they creep-

until in rest revealed-

unto the doubting dreamers-

caustic children, filled with fear.

 

Decisioned paths of plans performed,

adrift in thoughtless themes.

Gathered golden wisdom,

wrapped in scientific schemes.

 

Predetermined, parliamentary,

railing posted parts prevail-

racked with frail-formed falsities

in fictional detail.

 

Loving lost the guide unseen

that rules the changeless world-

and brings us back to view the sea

in vision's vacuumed swirl.

 

Childlike faith-vast beauty breathed,

an author, bold and bare-

for silence sake, stark stepping stones-

it's wealth unfolding fair.

 

Troll the tame and turning tide,

that flows in measured ebb.

Rolled rhythmic rows of constancy

in concentrated web.

 

Held hot the hidden history,

revealing holy fare-

formed fellowships and mysteries-

plain patterns painted there.

 

To see the unseen signature-

to touch the untouched realm-

to gaze at guardian glory, graced

by starred..Ascending..

Stair.

 

James watkins (April 2004)

Done