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Just Walk: NPM20 Day 19

A couple of days ago, one of our team members posted an invitation to write a “waterfall” poem on our SDAWPoetry padlet.  And then I read a piece written by a fellow blogger, Margaret Simon, about writing a poem using only one syllable words.  Somehow those two different approaches merged in my brain as I thought about the many, many walks I have taken around my neighborhood.  I thought about how those walks do not flow. I thought about the staccato steps taken over and over again.  For my eyes and brain, it is like watching an endless loop with the same view repeated over and over again.


So I tried to capture my walks in a single syllable waterfall poem…the waterfall, I fear, has slowed to a trickle…dripping over the edge, syllable by syllable.

Just Walk


one foot

in front

of the next


the street


the street



don’t stop

just step






stay there

six feet


too close

don’t cough



mask up

just walk



and out

find joy

in the small

live small

stay close

stay safe








I do try to mix things up from time to time, walk my route in reverse, try a new street, walk on the other side of the street…and of course search for new photography possibilities.  If only these lizards would stay still and pose!

Oops! SOLC 2019 Day 22

Ah!  The briny air filled my lungs as the gentle spring sunshine warmed my back.  There is nothing better than a walk on the beach at the end of the work day.

I wondered at the beach goers in bathing suits more than waist deep in the still cold Pacific ocean.  (Even in summer, 72 degrees is warm water–refreshing when temps are in the 80s.  Today’s water temperature of 60 degrees is hardly balmy.)  Low 60s do not constitute bathing suit weather in my opinion.  I was thinking about how San Diego is really not a spring break destination.  We’re often mistaken for a tropical location, with warm weather year round.  In reality, we are a temperate climate.  It’s seldom too hot here, and we don’t even know snow unless you drive high into the local mountains.  But March is predictably sweatshirt weather–and I almost always wear shoes on the beach at this time of year because of all the rocks.

I digress.  I walked quickly, trying to have this clear-my-head walk count as some kind of exercise in a week that left too little time to move my body.  I found myself on the uncomfortable slope of rocks thrown high by the surf as I climbed to avoid the waterline, slipping and sliding on the uneven piles.

I’m never bored along the coast, there is always something to see.  Today I watched surfers, dressed in their black wetsuits, as they headed out into the glistening sea.  There is seldom a day without surfers around here, even when the weather and waves are less than ideal.


Looking up I noticed a modern day pterodactyl, our native pelican, gliding on the currents.


At my turn around point, I got bold, walking further out away from the rocks.  Walking on the sand just felt so much better than slip sliding on the rocks.  I knew I was taking a calculated risk–walking in my jeans and relatively new tennies so close to the water.  I know all about rogue waves and watched as I was walking.  About halfway back to my car, I could see it coming.  Just as I reached the point of no return, I saw the wave rushing toward me.  I spied a rock jutting up higher than the sand and jumped on it.  Seconds later I felt the cool salty water rush over my feet, my ankles, wicking up my pant legs.  With nowhere to go, I stood, waiting for the water to recede.

My walk the rest of the way was of the squelchy variety as my wet socks and wet shoes squished with each step.  I was less careful at that point.  I was already wet, so I took the easier, if wetter, pathways on my way back to the car.  I had to laugh at myself, maybe I should have just taken my shoes off and walked barefoot for the entire walk.  If I were more like those bathing suit wearing beach goers, I wouldn’t be squelching my way back to my car!


But neither wet pant legs or squishy shoes could take away my pleasure and delight in my beach walk.  There is something healing and rejuvenating about a walk on the beach!


Now back home, my shoes have been rinsed, the insoles removed and are sitting on the spare bathroom counter drying.  I wonder how long til they’re dry enough to wear on my next beach walk?



A Walk on the Beach

Today I spent time doing one of my favorite things in the world.  I took an extended walk on the beach at low tide.  I’m lucky that I live close enough to the beach that I can go without making it an all day outing, but I do live far enough away to have to deal with the lack of parking that is the hallmark of summer in a beach community.  And I love my beach walks…today was one of those beautiful summer days just perfect for a walk.

I love these walks!  At the beginning of my walk I do a lot of people watching as I navigate the families and tourists enjoying the sand and the ocean.  There are pails and shovels, boogie boards and water wings, sunscreen and snacks.  Frisbees sail overhead, paddle balls bounce and roll, footballs splash into the water, and there’s always someone trying to fly a kite above it all.  Babies squeal, teenagers preen, and surfers tend to ignore it all as they paddle out beyond all the ruckus of summer beach.

As I continue down the beach, the crowd thins and the constant and soothing sound of the surf washes over me.  The sun warms my face and shoulders, the briny breeze tickles my hair, and the cool surf plays hide and seek with my toes.  I came across this abandoned sand castle today.  Carefully crafted, yet temporary.


As I pass the fishermen (or in today’s case a fisherboy) I start to see more shells and stop to photograph a couple that are particularly beautiful…and have me thinking mathematically as I consider symmetry (my focus for #sdawpphotovoices this week) and Fibonacci spirals.


As the beach turns a corner I notice a seagull holding a plastic bag in his mouth.  This makes me think about how clean the beach has been on my walks this summer, and I approach the seagull with my camera both to take a photo and to get it to drop the bag so I can throw it away.  As I come closer, the seagull hops away, staying well beyond where I seem to be a threat.  I never could get it to drop the bag…


On my way back up the beach I noticed the paddle boarders off the point we call Swamis. They each stand on a big longboard with a paddle for navigation.  Today there was a group of four out there.  From the shore it almost looks like they are just standing on top of the water!  The best of them are able to catch an occasional wave, although mostly they seem to just paddle around beyond the break where the waves start to form.  I also caught a different seagull resting on a rock, posing perfectly for me to capture with my camera lens.


There is nothing like a relaxing walk on the beach on a sunny Saturday afternoon.  This has been a busy summer for me without much time for vacation.  I’m lucky to live where a two-hour staycation is the perfect way to refresh, relax, and reflect.