Waves

 

Crashing Waves

 

Off Shore Flow

 You Can't Stop the Rainbow.

The wind was blowing a heavy spray off the wave crest and the sun was in just the right spot to colorize it.  

This country was built by all colors.

"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

 

Where the River Meets the Waves

Pescadero, California

Since she was talked about on my news feed yesterday...

And now we will roll on with a little Reggae...

and the Talking Heads take us to the river