Flying the coast is always fun. Friday we saw oil painting on water, as natural offshore seeps decorated the kelp forest crown.
We saw the sand stripped from a private beach where grassy bluffs stand huddled against the wind.
We cruised cliffs scalloped with shallow caves along layered sandstone beneath pasture struggling to green before the recent rains have dried into Summer.
We passed the line where oil, blue sea and storm muddied surf mingle around bird platforms where derricks once stood.
And we saw youth setting sail on the ocean of life before them, playfully coaxing a surfer to tow them further into the blue beyond.
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