Lonely Seawall

A modest sunset on the Seawall, a few nights ago. Nothing to write home about – West Coast sunsets can be so stunning at times – but Abe was getting restless and I was nostalgic. Next, I’ll go after trees and their moss… Similar posts: An Evening on the Seawall Low tide, after noon –…

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The wake up call

At 7:26 am, I stumble out of bed. It’s Sunday – I’m allowed to stumble all day if I please. I glance around me, confused, looking for an element of comfort, for a presence that isn’t there. What is there, and that’s a sight which adds to my confusion, is two phones. Not one, two.…

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