Late afternoon in dune country
Softly, softly.
We are fortunate to meet entertaining and good people on the mountains and in small towns along our paths. Each provides a different perspective from what one is comfortable with or to which a person is accustomed. This is a facet that adds to life. We think it's what growth is partly about. We've noticed how fixed so many of us are in our behavior. While the way we perform functions may be correct, efficient and comfortable, it is not necessarily the only avenue available. We think that's where people from different backgrounds and cultures may enhance our outlook and approach to life. Without pursuing this angle further, suffice to say, it's easy to determine how prejudices arise as we limit our perspectives and look inwards.
It's a fascinating topic, particularly as we trace our history and follow the path we have taken (not trails) and ascertain our thinking and actions along the way. Would we have acted differently had we enjoyed the perceptions and perspectives we now have? 'The meat is on that bone' and is not a topic for this missive but nevertheless, worth pondering. We remember writing in our book of the enemy of change and growth—comfort.
One of the men we met in a desert was a Chicago police officer attached to the drug-and-gang squad. He was on a mission to find, not criminals, but a better life. We could not help but ask the question, "How do you deal with people you meet socially after a 'day on the job'? After all, you often confront some of worst inhabitants of our planet?" Hence, he was seeking to improve the quality of life by attaining tranquility amongst the natural beauty of the region and the opportunity to associate with good people, or least, regular citizens.
It reminded us of a discussion we avoided when a woman, a very sweet person, made the supposition that 'all people are basically good'. We don't know where she's been for most of her life but I should have replied that people are born neither good nor bad. To be good is to make that choice and act accordingly.
Back to the dunes...
The dune lady walks the tight-rope, actually very soft.
Trying to find a firm footing.
A reflection of two clowns we came across.
The shadow of the sand smiles.
Beats city life's crowding.
Kicking up a storm. You should have seen the inside of the socks, boots and bath tub.
Smooth dude.
Return of the dune-running Dude.
'Goodnight, Dude'.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
Birds have become an integral part of our lives, at least, for one of us. We have included a couple of pictures on a few of the forthcoming blogs. We spotted these herons in Morro Bay, California.
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