Sea Gulls and Their Beach Look

DSC_0080.JPGSea gulls on the beach always face in the same direction. The reasoning behind their group look is that they need to face the wind so that their feathers won’t be ruffled by a back wind. The real mystery for me is why do they stand so close to the surf, often having to take flight to avoid a wave?DSC_0086.JPGBut when they do go in the air, they usually return to the same spot and repeat the process. Waiting for food to roll in? Or, maybe they’re just having fun.

Patience for a New Year…

DSC_0001 - Copy.JPGThe fireworks are gray ash in the gutter. The morning light is bright, the air is cold and crisp. I sound like a menu writer. Yes, the first hours of 2018 have passed and once again I’ve made some resolutions I won’t keep. I will continue to laugh at myself, a resolution I’ve always kept. And I do have a good feeling about this year, although I haven’t seen the news today. The dissension in this country has turned bystanders into activists who realize we have a president who is unstable, childish and a pathological liar; that sexual harassment is pervasive and cannot be tolerated, and that we must have an inclusive society to flourish.  No one can afford to sit back and watch without paying the consequences of indifference. I took this photo a few minutes ago. It’s winter. The branches will fill with leaves and birds. Patience. A good change is coming…if we work at it together.

Remembering…

DSC_0192 - Copy DSC_0198 - CopyToday is Veteran’s Day n the U.S.A.  I’m a veteran as is my brother as well as our parents, both deceased, who fought in WWII. Dad was a squadron leader and navigator on a B-17, the Windy Lou, while mom, a nurse, took care of the wounded. I think of my parents today and the long years of sacrifices they made while in uniform. My parents rarely discussed the war when I was growing up and when they did, the conversation was masked with words about bad food and shore leave. Some of the horrors they  experienced weren’t  revealed to me until I was an adult–like short bursts of gunfire, the graphic accounts were stated quickly, then left to echo in my memory.