Forgot the final round of the AT&T Pebble Beach Pro-Am golf tournament was yesterday until the Goodyear Blimp flew overhead. Click. Later I retreated to watch the last few holes on TV.
The tournament was played without amateurs and fans on an overcast day. When Daniel Berger sank a long putt for an eagle three on the last hole to win it all, there was no crowd roar, a reminder of the silence of a pandemic.
On most mornings I walk to the local lagoon to see wildlife and the fog. Yesterday, with Ivan on leash, egrets sailed overhead while I stood on lagoon’s edge. Clicked the camera while the Moody Blues’ “Nights in White Satin” blared away from a camper van in the parking lot, about thirty feet away. The camper was in his moment, emerging from the van to stretch before returning to his “home” to turn down the sound. Meanwhile, snowy egrets were feasting on small fish. Great song. Great lagoon. Peace.
I rarely look at Carmel homes across the street from Pacific Ocean, but there is one worth a glimpse as Valentine’s Day approaches. Kudos to the designer of this display–particularly like the spatial placement of the oversized red roses, the red lips(a leaf) of the flower woman and the faithful little dog below her.
Today is Super Bowl Sunday, prompting me to update a story I wrote in 2013 about a retired pro football player with TBI (traumatic brain injury). I hope today’s game ends without injuries, but I’ve talked to a few retired pros who know the reality of taking a hard hit to the head. Fast Fiction every Sunday at http://twivelist.wordpress.com.