SMOOTHED BY SEAS
A NEARLY ROUND ROCK
POINTS HOMEWARD

SUNDAY MORNING
ALL THE WAVES IN WHITE
KNEELING ON THE BEACH

A WALL OF WATER
CURVES AND CRASHES
A WHALE

SURF ROLLS
POWER IN THE SAND
LOW-FLYING BIRDS

WHITE SURF
WANTING TO KEEP THE OCEAN FREE
OF OIL WELLS

AS PEOPLE CRY
THE OCEAN ROARS
"NO OIL WELLS!"

IN AND OUT
OF THE RIVER'S MOUTH
A TONGUE OF SEA

WHITE WITH FOAM
THE OCEAN ENTERS
THE RIVER'S MOUTH

ARCHING INTO THE SKY
THE WAVE LEAVES
MORE BLUE

A FULL MOON
RESTING ON HOAR-FROST MEADOWS
TUNDRA SWANS

ANCIENT CYPRESS
LEANING OVER THE LIGHT
AT SUNRISE

RIVER VALLEY
LETTING THE SUNRISE
INTO THE SEA

MORNING
A TOUCH OF SEA WAVES
THE MOON MELTS

PROTESTERS GATHER
ON SKATEBOARDS AND CRUTCHES
"NO OIL RIGS HERE!"

TOURISTS
TAKEN BY THE VIEW
SNAPSHOTS

LOW-TIDE ROCKS
THE SUN IN A RACK OF CLOUDS
FAR OUT AT SEA

LOW-TIDE ROCKS
TOWNFOLKS GOING HOME
WITH FEW GROCERIES

OCEAN FOG
IN THE BROKEN SIGN
"OPEN"

PERIWRINKLES
SIGNING SECRET NAMES
IN WET SAND

LOW TIDE
LEFT ON THE BEACH
AUTUMN

RECYCLING OLD GLASS
THE ROCKY BEACH
JEWEL-COVERED

INCOMING TIDE
BENDS ON THE BEACH
FOOTPRINTS

CLOUDS
CURVED IN SEA FOAM
RAINBOWS

WATERCOLOR PAPER
STOPPING A WAVE
WITH A BRUSH

SUNLIGHT
TRYING TO PAINT HIGHLIGHTS
ON TOPS OF WAVES

A TIME OF BEACHES
ABALONE SHELLS AND LOVERS
WITHOUT MEMORIES

MOSSY ROCKS
THE EMPTY SIDE
OF THE OCEAN

OCEAN
IN YOUR WHITE HAND
TEARS DROWN

HIGH TIDE
THE SECRET SCRIPT
OF DRIFTWOOD SCRAPS

SAYING GOODBYE
A SALT WIND SWALLOWS
THE WORDS

SEA FOG
WALKING THE VALLEY
WITH EMPTY HANDS

CURVE OF THE SEA
CUPPING HER BREASTS
COLD HANDS

SEA DOWNS
FOG LEAVING
THE VIEW

MORNING
WETTED BY THE SPLASH
OF SMALL WAVES

FIRST LIGHT
DAMP WITH THE ROAR
OF AN INCOMING TIDE

ALONG WITH RAIN
GOING DOWN THE MOUNTAIN
TO THE SEA

SLEEP
FOLLOWING THE TIDE
TO THE MOON

BEFORE US
THE ROAD FLOWN
BY TWO SEA GULLS

ON THE ISLAND
NO ONE GOES TO
DRIFTWOOD

EDGE OF THE CLIFF
THE OLD COUPLE DISCUSS
GOING HOME

THANKSGIVING DAY
AN OLD COUPLE ON THE PIER
FISHING

HOLY GROUND
CITY FOLKS ON THE BEACH
REMOVE THEIR SHOES

HEAVY SURF
THAT SOUND I HEARD JUST BEFORE
BEING BORN

A SUMMER BREEZE
RISES OVER THE SEA CLIFF
PULLED BY A KITE

WAITING FOR THE WAVE
A KILLDEER PRACTICES HIS CRY
OF SURPRISE

WRINKLING UP
ALONG THE SHORE LINE
AN OLD OCEAN

THE SOUND OF SURF
SOMEONE WALKING
ON TRACKLESS SAND