August Break #9

I have been thinking a lot about balance these last couple of days.  My world seems to be out of balance right now and I seem to lack focus.  My youngest is recovering nicely from her surgery and is back in Texas preparing for her 3rd year at university.  I’m working crazy hours and getting little sleep.  This isn’t a good thing as it seems to be affecting my thinking abilities, and I make my living by making decisions.  I need to find a ground, I need balance.

And once I find a balance to my life, I may just spread my wings and fly like this guy!


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saying good-bye to a dream

I was at our “sister” office today here in California.  I love it there – they are right on the Pacific Ocean.  I was in meetings all day so I went down yesterday and spent the evening at the beach.  It’s on a Navy base so there were very few people and I had no trouble finding a spot where I could be on my own.

It’s beautiful there – mountains and water.  Who could really ask for more — especially when a mist shrouds the top of the mountains…


This little boat looked to be abandoned and it made me wonder how it got there – this part of the beach is off limits.  The water here is full of rip-tides and strong currents, so if someone brought the boat in – how did they leave?  Or did the waves bring it in


The waves pounded the shore – I love the roar, and the mist that settles on your face.


And while I gave up my dinner (willingly) to fill my senses with the ocean, these guys went fishing (and no, they didn’t seem to want to share)…


And so it was that I spent awhile on the beach.  The waves taking away all my tension, enjoying the cool air and the salt mist on my skin.  And as I sat there I realized that I was saying goodbye to a dream.  I returned to work with the idea that I would buy a small place on the ocean.  I’ve lived on islands for 10 years and being near the Pacific is really the only time I feel complete.  I know that I’m in the final stages of purchasing a very land-locked property, and I think it is the sensible thing to do.  And perhaps one day I’ll have a place on the ocean, or live on a boat.  But somehow I feel that I am saying goodbye to a dream, and a piece of my soul is dying..

This old song, Cool Change by the Little River Band, captures the spirit of the Ocean for me…

Damn birds

When I was in Illinois there were these gorgeous red-winged black birds.  Their black feathers were so dark shiny.  The red was often a brilliant orange, and sometimes there was a vibrant yellow too.  I loved those birds but oh, did they mock me.  They would be there, all lined up on fence posts — their beauty shining in the sun.  They would let me stop the truck, get out with my camera and get the shot all set up.  And then just as I was about to push the shutter button – away they’d fly.  It was so frustrating.  Day after day I attempted to get a shot of these creatures, and day after day I failed.

Here in the desert we have ravens.  They are gorgeous too.  Big birds with black beaks and feet.  They scream “hawk, hawk”.  They look fierce.  We got up early on Saturday and set off to capture these creatures, digitally.  Normally they are brave and you can walk up to just a couple of feet from them.  Well, once again, if you have a camera in your hand just at the last minute off they fly.



So this morning I head out to work and guess what.  On the lamp post above the truck are two huge ravens.  “Hawk, hawk” they greet me.  Hum, they look a bit intimidating.  I get in the truck and make sure the windows aren’t all the way down.  Now I’m going to have my first team meeting this morning so I’d decided to stop at the donut shop just across the street for tasty goodies to bring.  I drove over there, parked and got out of the car.  As I walked towards the shop, “hawk, hawk”.  I look about and about five ravens are coming towards me.  Not to panic I think – but I increase my speed as I head for the door.  Safely inside I make my selections and head back out.  Now there’s about seven or eight ravens and keeping a distance of about 3 feet they provide escort services back to the truck.  In I climb and take off.  A few of them swooped the truck, but they didn’t follow me.  Scary – you bet.  I sure hope they haven’t figured out where I live and send a morning patrol out for me!

And, just in case you were wondering about my new environment – here it is!