Tiny lizards darting around in the peeling bark of eucalyptus trees and scurrying in the sandy paths and low brush on top of the cliffs above the ocean
A pod of brown pelicans, swooping heavy and low, as they follow the lines of the long, long waves
A lone pelican far out at sea, diving straight down with all its might into the ocean, water splashing high from the impact, as it bobs back up to the surface
A young couple with children, the father bending down to show his blond, toddler daughter, something on the edge of the shore, the mother standing back a few feet, looking far out to the horizon, with a tiny little one snuggled in a pouch on her chest, with its face turned to the side and one tender, sweet cheek peeking out
Four surfers riding the waves in tandem, in parallel twos, wave after wave
A group of friends pulling curiously at the gelatinous strands of giant sea kelp in a large knotted ball on the beach
Flocks of sandpipers and plovers poking their beaks in the sand looking for insects and moving in rhythm with the waves, just ahead of the water as it comes to shore
The sun bright in the cloudless blue sky
And among these delights, the random incongruities of Southern California, a whole other form of entertainment...
A man who's telling a friend he's healing from having his tooth pulled--"I've been healing all week."
Another man wearing a t-shirt that has the words "Spanish Inquisition" on it. He smiles brightly and says "hi."
A deeply tanned, tautly muscled woman in her 40s or 50s runs past wearing a black bikini, her shoulders armored up around her ears, her jaw clenched tight.
Joggers, walkers, runners, surfers, singly or in clumps, wander out into the sun, along the cliffs, down the beach.
Live from Southern California, it's Saturday morning!
A pod of brown pelicans, swooping heavy and low, as they follow the lines of the long, long waves
A lone pelican far out at sea, diving straight down with all its might into the ocean, water splashing high from the impact, as it bobs back up to the surface
A young couple with children, the father bending down to show his blond, toddler daughter, something on the edge of the shore, the mother standing back a few feet, looking far out to the horizon, with a tiny little one snuggled in a pouch on her chest, with its face turned to the side and one tender, sweet cheek peeking out
Four surfers riding the waves in tandem, in parallel twos, wave after wave
A group of friends pulling curiously at the gelatinous strands of giant sea kelp in a large knotted ball on the beach
Flocks of sandpipers and plovers poking their beaks in the sand looking for insects and moving in rhythm with the waves, just ahead of the water as it comes to shore
The sun bright in the cloudless blue sky
And among these delights, the random incongruities of Southern California, a whole other form of entertainment...
A man who's telling a friend he's healing from having his tooth pulled--"I've been healing all week."
Another man wearing a t-shirt that has the words "Spanish Inquisition" on it. He smiles brightly and says "hi."
A deeply tanned, tautly muscled woman in her 40s or 50s runs past wearing a black bikini, her shoulders armored up around her ears, her jaw clenched tight.
Joggers, walkers, runners, surfers, singly or in clumps, wander out into the sun, along the cliffs, down the beach.
Live from Southern California, it's Saturday morning!
