As I look through my blog catalog, I saw my last entry was in December, 2013. Far too long to be away from an activity that brings so much joy to my heart.
During a recent trip home to CA to visit my son, friends and the beach, I made a point of borrowing one of my husband's cameras. He was so excited to describe how to use the camera; perhaps he ponderered the idea - a protégé in the making? I should have taken notes.
Alas, I'm still on the Ansel Adams back burner - if I could tackle turning the device on - I just might capture a prolific moment in the day of the life of...
A stroll on the Port Hueneme Pier was splendid as usual. The ocean's serenade was like that of an opera. The characters had their places on the stage; each aria pitch perfect. And then I came upon the finest voice in the grand show - the dog.
This scraggly fellow let out an occasional moan, followed by a gruff "ruff" . Fisherman were on the north and south side of the pier, and when a fish was hooked, "Hallelujah" could be heard above the roar of the waves. The rough sailor of a dog took it all in stride, as if he were the maestro of the entire production, directing each musician to take their cue.
While I am certain my husband is relieved at my decision to put down the camera, I do, however, hope he will be happy to read that I am in front of the keyboard again, pouring out a word or two, and letting my imagination run away from time to time.
