West Marin rolling hills
I am the green verdant orange poppy filled fields
I am the rolling steel grey fog
I am new shoots pushing up up up through crusty fertile black earthy soil
I am blue blue blue sky filled with fluming white flocks of herons pelicans egret
I am honking hissing geese, crowing roosters, silent horse silhouettes, prancing new lambs
Agate Beach tidal pools
I am fierce beach wind whooshing through rocky canyons blowing off the sea, tossing pollen, dervishes of sand, warbling bird wing coasting on air currents
I am tidal pools teeming with sea anenomes, crustateans, protozoa; rough rocks, rougher waves billowing in crystal crashes against an agate shore
I am brilliant sun ripples on mud flats, Tomales Bay currents, Bolinas rendezvous-ers braving first dips in the endless ocean
I am artist and maker of images, fur covered, horse hair lined, sea weed draped sculptures reflecting locale and local color
I am green green green grasses, heather topped hillsides, bursting with lupine, fragrant sage, tiny purple fairy flowers
I am pushing through into sunlight, gasping new breath, grasping new life in craggy crevices, shaggy ponies, crusty fresh bread, smelly goat cheese, ripe berries
I am hungry, hopeful, hunting secrets, shiny slippery ever changing moon tides, healing, crunching, flying free …
Inverness magic with Gypsy
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Vibrant spring in West Marin
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Tomales Bay
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Agate Beach, Bolinas
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Fog rolling in at Pt. Reyes Station
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San Francisco Bay from Emeryville Marina
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Emily at the shore of SF Bay