Dangling in the branches, a bum bag!  The flat strand stretches to the waterline from where anything is possible.  Is that a turtle?  A rock?  Hope?  In the shade of the Fiddleleaf Fig a quiet respite for the wandering soul.  Foreshadowing rest!  There the leaf fall of the evergreen.  Respite on Pebble Beach (every pebble worn to sand) is a swimmers nirvana and a divers palette.  Walking along the margins of the pavement a pylon borders the freshly painted ball court.  The lettering, barely legible beyond the chain link, simply says, “ May peace prevail on earth.”  On the other side the original text of an old Dutch Christmas song that pleads and praises peace on earth.

The chain link and the drive chain merge the engine of thrill toward a stage that memorializes the traditional art form of the chopper.  A visit to the Chop Chop Shop sounds a bit redundant.  But the cleaver has a way of cutting meat and bone asunder.  Laying it bare.  Back to the basics of cooking on a grill and flat top.  There is some art in the food presentation, but like the chopper it reaches beyond basics into the space of exhilaration.  The sign like all signposts pushes forward with hope.

The division of sky and water is blurred by the images that cross over.  Standing in the late afternoon light we are ready to be scooped off the beach with Poseidon’s fork.  Pitch forks are in the eyes of the beholder.  If the forks would remove all the human impediments to a flatter beach we might see that the tideline promises more than a flat white in the morning.