Davenport Sunset Fog and Moonset

Better Large- This is a shot of the inlet at Davenport, California. I have a couple of pictures that are going to be used for a local magazine. It is a beautiful seaside town near Santa Cruz, California that has a pastoral look of ocean, farm, and flower vista all on the water. There are great restuarants and coffee shops there that make it a nice destination stop between Santa Cruz and San Francisco. We always stop, look, and eat here if we are nearby. The seagulls ride the air currents up to the crest of the overlooks, then hesitate, before plunging back down to the waters edge and cliffside updrafts. I made friends with a couple of them as they would stop at the pinnacle of the point and look me over. There is no reason for them to do this, except to be playing, riding the air currents. 0015

 

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oceans are dreams (James watkins-april 2004)

 

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