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Infrared Point Vicente Interpretive Center.

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Patterns

Meant to be???

Nothing is meant to be

Life is a beautiful random accident

A chaotic tapestry of conflicting colors

A calliope of miss matched instruments

Its beauty is undeniable

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A whimsical memory from a visit to the Last Book Store in Los Angeles, CA.

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South Coast Botanical Gardens in infrared. Palos Verdes, CA.

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South Coast Botanical Gardens, Palos Verdes, CA.

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Shelton McMurphey Johnson House, Eugene, Oregon

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The Beach below the Heceta Lighthouse, Oregon

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Three AM

It’s three AM and sleep is a rapidly retreating shadow

I've seen the chains so often they've become invisible

In these silent hours there is nowhere to hide

Private, strangled, breaths search dark corners

While trying to rein in runaway thoughts

All my answers have become questions

Is it where or is it when did I lose my way

Inky mists leave me wondering

What would have happened

If life had been a gentle lover

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Palos Verdes, CA.

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Alabama Hills, Lone Pine, CA.

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Union Train Station Los Angeles, CA.

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Springfield, Oregon

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Union Train Station, Los Angeles, CA. In false color infrared.

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Charm

With a distant fondness

I remember

A time when a

Wink and smile

Could charm the

Clothes off a lover

That was back when

Sadly somewhere

along this journey

I’ve lost that knack

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Haiku

Counted syllables

An odd form of poetry

Not easy to write

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Seal Rock, Oregon

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Springfield, Oregon