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A Dove By Any Other Name Is A Pigeon With A Heart

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Why, why, why am I posting about birds? And birds that most people seem to find a nuisance? 

#1- I am attracted by the dull grey blending into shimmering/opalescent purples and greens.

#2- These freaking birds have white hearts on their faces!!! I swear! (too much)

#3- Their offspring are called–get this–SQUEAKERS!!!

Put those all together, and add a perfect photo op hanging out my window at the espresso stand, and you get a photo gallery for a post this morn :>)

By the way, these are Rock Doves, also called Rock Pigeons. Pigeon/Dove= same thing. CLICK ON PHOTO TO ENLARGE.

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A Study of Beach Sunrise; Driftwood, Bird, Ship and Dunes

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 Taken first on this morning. Ship at Half Moon Bay.  Used binoculars; Johnny Depp not on board. Fouled again, matey!


Taken first on this morning.
Ship at Half Moon Bay. Used binoculars; Johnny Depp not on board. Fouled again, matey!

Sunrise at Westhaven Beach. Looks like a heart with a Coastguard Tower inside it. Yes, we love our Coasties.

Sunrise at Westhaven Beach. Looks like a heart with a Coastguard Tower inside it. Yes, we love our Coasties.

Sunrise at Westhaven Beach 3

Sunrise at Westhaven Beach 3

Sunrise at Westhaven Beach 1

Sunrise at Westhaven Beach 1

Sunrise at Westhaven Beach 2

Sunrise at Westhaven Beach 2

Sunrise at Westhaven Beach 4

Sunrise at Westhaven Beach 4

Sunrise through the dunes. (Shiny spot is alien on my lens or alien in grass?)

Sunrise through the dunes. (Shiny spot is alien on my lens or alien in grass?)

White Crowned Sparrow with a glint of sunrise on his belly.

White Crowned Sparrow with a glint of sunrise on his belly.

I head for the beach between 4:30-5:00 A.M. several mornings a week. I hit downtown near the docks first, then jump in my truck  and try the tip of our world here, on the viewing platform, and then drive about a mile to Westhaven Beach.  I take some pics and beach comb for a couple of hours.

At sunset, I do it all again, except I can’t beach comb after the sun sets. Damn.

Have been having a hard time with spots on my lens (mist & rain) and sand messing with the mechanism that makes the lens go in and out. All I can do is keep cleaning it out, but have missed or fouled a lot of good shots.

Oh, The writing camp is going good. I’m up to 13+k words. At some points I wish I could just hand it all to someone and have them write it. I’m just so tired of crying. This is as hard as I knew it would be, even after almost four years of living without Paul. He is so present as I write our journey, of course that means I get to smile and laugh in between the tears. Man, he was funny. Man, I miss him.

Hope you all (in the U.S.) had a great 4th of July.

Peace Out,

Patti