Punta de Choros, Chile

The Pacific beats over and over the white warm sand. Slender gentle she, beautiful observes, the birds, the sun, the sky. The breeze caresses her body whole, enjoying the tender touch. Languishing from heat and sun. Distracted, careless, unaware her presence makes the world to care. Her prints will soon disappear the wind will make it all clear.

Saturday morning in Vancouver

Loud seagulls squawk happy playing early, playing flying, light. Sun will soon raise, ground smells fresh, wet, bright, few clouds.  The Ocean watches serene, bleu mirror the sky. Majestic mountains witness another day birth. The City still sleeps, few of us walks around, Saturday is still too young.

Mazatlan

Heat bounces on the ground, gentle breeze mixes the smells, some bad, and some worse. Following the wind, V of pelicans fly, no clouds. Warm, salty, sandy beaches, Pacific at last! Browned by the sun, friendly locals greet you walking by, cold Coronas bring back the life. Mazatlan

It's my Vancouver

Clean, green, rainy at times, mountains to climb and go for a ski! Greens to golf and fingers of water to sail, fresh is the air, the kindness of the neighbours, no fights, no fear, just nice. Prepared for everything we walk we bike everywhere, it's my Vancouver