
Even when I was gone
I knew you were there
You loved me in absolute silence
Waiting for me to surrender
Watching in rose colored glasses as I willfully sank into the stormy seas
The life raft seemed so far away
Blinded by what I could not see

Even when I was gone
I knew you were there
You loved me in absolute silence
Waiting for me to surrender
Watching in rose colored glasses as I willfully sank into the stormy seas
The life raft seemed so far away
Blinded by what I could not see
Reminiscent of your tranquillity without promise of reciprocity~
Azure canvas sets a silhouette for your unchallenged spell~
Your faultless essence restores my desire~
You are a calm in the eye of the storm~
An untamed echo in my dreams~
As your temper billows upon the sea awaiting your unchalanged command~
To break the silence of the calm~
And deliver birth to the raging storm ~
I bewail you…~
This photograph was talking on the Oregon Coast. After a month visit with my children we headed home taking the scenic route hwy 101.
Our first stop was Newport Beach Oregon. It was here that I stopped to reflect on what was truly important in my life. My dream of being with my family was all I could feel.
At this particular moment I decided to follow my dream and drift back home where my heart lives.
And my heart lives in Portland.
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A warm greeting from the seagulls on the trail leading to the shore at Newport Beach Oregon.
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A photograph of drifters surfing the shores and the skies of the lovely Oregon Coast.
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I spotted this little guy on the Oregon Coast. I walked up about 3 feet from him and he looked at me as if to say, “hurry up and take the shot!”
He didn’t budge a bit. The lovely seagull, he was.
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