Monday, March 16, 2015

Sunrise on Topsail Island, NC

Friday, March 13, 2015
Sunrise, like the unfurling flower, comes promising fruit.

May 7, 2010
Her song, oft rehearsed, not yet sung,
Awaits my voice.

May 25, 2011
One of the most enduring reasons why I moved to the NC beach was to have a box seat in the arena when wind, water, cloud, and sky come to joust under the cosmic beacon's glint.

May 25, 2011
Cycles, no two the same, yet comforting in their constancy, await me each morning.

November 27, 2012
Heaven's covenant renewed.

May 21, 2013
How can I not come before the new dawn full of hope ...

June 18, 2014
... when the sky is all that limits my dreams.

December 11, 2014