#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Last night it was dark when I arrived.
This morning it's dark when I awake.
Daylight comes and quickly enough
I exit the air conditioned hotel and walk
a mile and a half of city street to a favorite
beach. Strangely, people behave as if winter
could exist in this dreamy fantasy. Here and
there I pass a jogger (or walker, bundled
in jacket, hood and pants). From Venice pier
I stride along the surf toward the Santa Monica
ferris wheel, under playful puffballs of cloud.
White against blue, blue against white make such
a cheerful canvas. I am a lighthearted, sandy footed
solitary figure caught in a spontaneous work of art.
All text and photos copyright Kelly DuMar 2017