Half Dome

Sequoiadendron Gigantium

A Creek Winds Through

There is a sameness to the salt marsh. Majestic monotony.
The grass, the sky, a winding creek changing directions daily and a passenger on the tide floe. This etheral place where the sky meets the grass and the grass meets the sea. His small orange boat is carried along past endless shades of green. He taste tests the water and breathes deeply the air and both attest to the very name of this vast place so touched by sun. And a creek winds through.