Archive for May, 2008

  •                            I That sum­mer morn­ing years ago We saw a red-tailed hawk Descend­ing from some pines Across this scroll of riverbed. His talons clutch­ing writhing prey, His plumage spread against...

    A Sighting

                               I That sum­mer morn­ing years ago We saw a red-tailed hawk Descend­ing from some pines Across this scroll of riverbed. His talons clutch­ing writhing prey, His plumage spread against...

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  • Their gaudy dig­nity a para­dox, their pri­vate cen­ters dark but half-exposed, they open wan­tonly, not quite enclosed by painted bor­ders. Roses, mums, or phlox might be con­tained, but wild aban­don...

    Georgia O’Keeffe’s “Oriental Poppies”

    Their gaudy dig­nity a para­dox, their pri­vate cen­ters dark but half-exposed, they open wan­tonly, not quite enclosed by painted bor­ders. Roses, mums, or phlox might be con­tained, but wild aban­don...

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  • The land­scape can’t be beat. The coast­line boasts the most attrac­tive beaches in the west, whose waters I grew up in and where hosts of pel­i­cans and cor­morants would rest,...

    Bird Watching at the Coast of La Jolla

    The land­scape can’t be beat. The coast­line boasts the most attrac­tive beaches in the west, whose waters I grew up in and where hosts of pel­i­cans and cor­morants would rest,...

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