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Posted on February 26, 2013 by Jessica Dofflemyer

Greens and Blues

Yesterday was saffron hues. Today seems to capture the blue-green spectrum.

Taking a pause from the interior of the yoga studio, I’ve been walking a brief, morning loop from bluff to beach. Squeezing in a little solo time before the day begins.

Sun salutations on a rubberized mat are certainly healthy, but nothing is more curative to my spirit than fresh air on my skin and the warmth of rising sun on my head.

Seems the shearwaters and albatross like the trade gusts prior to 9am, as well. They glide as commuters, all heading east.

From my cliff-top vantage, I get the gift of the best whale sighting of the season. A full-body breach out at sea that boggles the mind. How does that tonnage break from liquid to air, a brief moment of pure lift, before landing the world’s biggest cannonball?

Glad for the camera in my pocket, I focus in on coral, sky and sea glass. Then come home, enamored with the weed Jeb picked for me yesterday. Perfectly suited for placement at the window sill. Its delicate leaves worthy of a snapshot.

Posted on February 20, 2013 by Jessica Dofflemyer · 4 Comments

A Few More for Warmth

For anyone feeling cold, here are few more shots of sun and sand to warm you. You can find more beachy photos a few posts back, called Close.

Posted on February 18, 2013 by Jessica Dofflemyer

Close

Sunday morning and I rally the family for an early adventure. The Bohemian is up for anything, and the lure of donuts is enough to get Jeb enthused.

We head to the beach.

“Are we getting donuts here?” Jeb asks.

“You’ll see…”

In the course of our outing, we get rain and hover beneath a kamani tree. Wait while several squalls come in waves.

The Bohemian is covered in goosebumps. Jeb climbs tree limbs and finds a citrine crystal embedded in a knotted hole.

A shoe gets lost, then found. There’s talk of turn-around, then a rainbow. We continue on. Discover two golf balls in the river mouth. Get sunshine as we climb the muddy bluff. Enter the condo-sprawling suburb, where Foodland and sprinkled glazes await.

Post-donut intake, Jeb’s sugared up at the town park, swinging like a wild man as more wind whips another shower our way.

The old-fashioned glaze doesn’t digest well in my stomach. The wind agitates me. This escapade was my idea but I’m bothered. I should be enjoying. Instead, I just want to go home. Be warm and dry. Peaceful.

I know it’s not really the weather. Something about my internal barometer is just a little off.

This feeling will pass, just like the clouds. I know.

And as if to punctuate the point, by the time we hike back down the bluff to the beach, it’s a picturesque day of sun along the sea. Jeb and the Bohemian go swimming.

I seek solace in minutiae. Ground myself in sand grains.

Find some deep sense of satisfaction in simply looking closely.