Another Kind of Honda

The Ensenada model, that is. Sunrise to sunrise.

With thanks to a friend letting me have these views for awhile.

Have a saturated Saturday. Do something serene.

Something Old

Here's the sort of thing I find when digging into the 'holy crap, I forgot all about that photo' files. What was I looking for? I forget. What did I find? A few thousand memories wrapped up in a photo. Fair trade.

Have a take that Thursday. Do something topside.

Hours of Bay Watch

Ensenada Honda being the bay watched, of course. Along with sailboats. Sorry, hopeful lurkers, no hot human bodies today. Unless you look really, really closely.

The first boat I saw was Buddy, gracefully swooping across the bay. 

I don't know who this was, but it was startlingly bright white on blue.

A good dinner cooked and the good company of my son, I forgot to take photos. And then it was dark. Really dark. I'd post that photo but you'd just see what I saw. Dark.

Then, it wasn't dark. Incredibly, once again the earth and universe kept on the old paths and patterns and again came the light. Stunning, this. Think about it.

A subdued dawning

Light and lights

Ah!! Let the show begin! But this was pretty much the highlight I saw. 

Just a few minutes ago, the bay turned to mercury. 

And so it will go, minute by hour by day by month by year. Whenever I'm up here it isn't hard to put a lot of craziness in life into perspective. Trees grow up into the view, boats are many or few and the scene determined by weather and season is always different. But really, it is always the same. I could include all sorts of environmental issues but there is, unfortunately, plenty of other chances to mention those. For now, this sameness; long before I saw it and long after my eyes will be forever closed, this sameness. Breathe in, breathe out. This is good.

Have a weed your wars Wednesday. Do something watchful.