We look down on Agate Beach before descending the steep, winding trail at Patrick’s Point in Northern California.
On the pebbly-sand beach as the fog clears and tide ebbs.
Larry searches for agates in the sand.
One of my happy places, finding semi-precious, polished-by-the-waves agates glowing in the sand.
See any agates among these pebbles?
A few agates collected and polished in a rock tumbler.
Looking for agates on the beach is what it’s like for me, as a poet, to be present to the thoughts, emotions, winds, and waves of gritty life. To dig into my heart in the moment and find poems that seem to reveal themselves to me: Reflecting light. Shaped by experiences and observations, by forces of my environment, by the workings of Love.
You can discover such gems at Agates Poetry.
Love the pictures!!!