Another weekend almost over. We are still in the exploration mode for our new surroundings. Things at work are great. I learn something new every day and that is very rewarding. But, I will not bore you with what I do. Instead, I will take you with me to the beach. It was very relaxing, a great way for the soul to breathe and put things not perspective.
Entering La Jolla, just north of Torrey Pines and UCSD, looking down Black’s Beach. A The Beach Between Del Mar And La Jolla
We watched these chicklings – I assume there were chicklings of a waterfowls species – running into the water picking food as soon as the water receded from the beach. It was very entertaining watching them as they ran as a flock in synchronized motion with the waters edge back and forth.Huntington Beach, North Of The Pier
We also watched surfers – at another beach. The waves were not really big, but they were quite beautiful to watch. When we got to the beach today, the very first picture I took was that of a man who couln’t care any less about what happened around him. He read a book while sitting all alone in his folding chair. When I saw him, I asked myself, what would get this man out of his zone and I couldn’t come up with anything, except for direct physical contact. And as I edited my pictures, I had this vision, that he would read through the apocalypse, focused on his book oblivious to the fact that he would not be able to finish the chapter.Huntington Beach, Way South Of The Pier
And with that little disturbing thought, I will ask you to stay sharp, do a selfless good deed once a day, everyday.
Cheers Markus \m/
I love water – in any condition, as long as it is clean. Last weekend we drove down the coast and the Pacific and I we got re-acquainted. Many years ago, the Pacific and I were great friends. We’d see each other everyday at least once, sometimes more than that. Some days we’d spent all day together and we wouldn’t get tired of one another – man we had fun. Then I had to move away and we saw each other less frequently. Now, I will make an effort to see my old friend more often – to spend more time together.In Carlsbad when I got my feet wet, the ocean came hurtling at me like a big puppy. It came so fast and so strong and then it slobbered all over me.We played together, it tossed me around, held me under. It flooded my ears and my nose and just like during my university days, it came our of my nose and my ears much later at the most inopportune of times – like when I was driving. Before I went back that day to my place, i took this picture with te Pacific in all its beauty and calm might.Alright, stay sharp gang and keep it real.
Cheers Markus \m/
Barbara picked me up from work today. For dinner, she pulled out ALL THE STOP signs. We went to the beach – Crystal Cove State Park. She had bought a few goodies for dinner and so there we sat in the setting sun, with a cool breeze gently blowing. It could not have been anymore perfect. That is the view we had…..when we went for our after-dinner walk along the beach.When I look at these waves coming out of the West, I have to think that they traveled all the way from Vietnam or the Philippines or Japan or the Korean peninsula or some where from China or Kamchatka. So the waves that we say come from the West really come from the East. Now explain this to a second grader, they too will side with the Flat-Earthers. But science set aside, the way my day ended was a great surprise to me, one that made me grin happily.So, dear readership, stay sharp until the next.
Cheers Markus \m/
A new chapter, a new adventure in life. We are out West. So far West, we can almost see the backside of the East. Well, yesterday we tried to see that far East. When I squinted I could see the roofs of Tokyo.
And today, I discovered confirmation that we were in the right place. Look at the assortment of teas of the Frontier Café.
You know you’re out West when Gunpowder tea is leading a peaceful co-existence with Earl Grey.
Moving on, stay sharp…