There were lots of yellow flowers along the Coast Road today – field mustard, wild radish and golden-yellow California poppies. And too, there was this yellow beauty, whose name I know not.
Ano Nuevo was beautiful. There were lots of surfers riding the waves but my iPod couldn’t capture them.
I found this red fish and two green diamonds on my way to the beach:
Above, crab (dead) in sand; and elephant seals resting atop mounds of washed up kelp.
The land mass below looks like a cow drinking water. If this were my painting, I’d call it “Cow Drinking Water” (or “van Gogh Cow”):
For more on Ano Nuevo, see the following:
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Seen downtown today:
Across the street an old army jeep idled at the stop light. My son sees it and says, “Oh wow! A jeep from the Vietnam War! Must be a Vietnam Vet.” Then he continues, “But the metal looks too thin…” And I’m thinking, “It’s an actual WWII jeep and there is a real WWII Vet behind the wheel! That cap, that uniform? They are real!” Old guy with the proud smile on this foggy Bay Area Memorial Day, you survived that madness, that war. If you had been in combat, what must you have seen. What sad memories do you hold? Oh, old guy, you are alive and you rock!
I am no fan of war or aggression, but as you drove by and I got a full view of your WWII regalia, that lovely smile on your face that said, “I done good in this world,” your little flags flying on either side of your jeep, I wondered, “How old are you?” “You must be the last of your group. How many of you are left? Are there any left beside you?” “You fought the last war we had any business fighting.” So old guy, I salute you. I hope you make it to next Memorial Day.