Warren's Place

This is another shot from our San Diego trip of a few years ago. It was late afternoon, my favorite time of the day, and just a few tourists remained.

--Warren

Flamenco Leaves

Nobody is around but me and my camera,
Yet I sense that I'm being followed.
I hear the staccato beat of the leaves
In the parking lot where I'm walking,
Like a hundred tiny flamenco dancers
In their flaming yellow dresses,
Fueled by the wind, they tap out their beat,
As if to remind me, that I am not alone.

--Warren T. 11/10/2005

I was alerted by a reader that she could not post comments on here. I checked the settings, and it was somehow changed to "Team Members Only". I changed the setting back to allow anyone to post. Thanks Ginnie!

Thanks for visiting my blog.

Regards,

Warren