I find treasure in Monterey mornings, buried in plain sight:
The water, the beasts, a mayor, the surprise.
Always a surprise.
Mornings provide splendid.
Splendor.
Urban Stalker
Reflection on the Bay
Morning, After an Election
A Study in Porcelain
Jefferson Street
Underwater
Wharf Pilings
Closed on Sundays
Net
Lago El Estero
Pouches Rock
Harbor Creature
— Joe Livernois
A literary turkey...does it have a name?