Amidst the grandeur of a curved horizon

I ascend the winding road above the ecclesial clouds of the Camaldoli Hermitage

And as the fodder of the fields scatter in my wake

In the span that it takes a multitude of frames to parse and convey an otherwise indecipherable image upon a screen:

A flash of time passes….then a re-acquaintance with the moment and image at hand.

All about me the alluvial flatlands accentuate the abrupt upheaval and vertical mass that is Point Sur.

On an aimless course through the Old-Growth, down to the silver turquoise Sea

I sighted a Steller Jay today, at Nepenthe