What I saw today:
a flock of tiny birds jumping around the bare oak tree, eating something I couldn't see.


A row of flame trees on Grand Ave. in Pacific Grove while I was looking for the perfect bear claw.


The sunlight moving slowly across the wooden floor as I listen to Robert talk about the Heart Sutra.


Sitting in Diffendorf park in Carmel with my sandwich talking to a friend. I remembered when this quiet subdued park in the middle of a wealthy town was over run with hippies protesting the Vietnam war. The city was so angry that they made it illegal to sit on the lawn. Today people were sitting on the lawn. I guess the law has been changed.