Category Archive: photo

July 4th- Freedom isn’t free

July 4th is coming. Remember Freedom isn’t free. Many brave men and women die for us to know freedom. I have seen 40 countries and I know. USA isn’t perfect, but this is… Continue reading

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‘I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice

I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice   Was Monterey, was the sea near. It was the whiskey and sweet wine we drank dear Beatrice. We conspired to find new cities… Continue reading

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‘You are my ocean

  You are my ocean   My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves and I felt the safety of… Continue reading

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Looking for Lestat’s cafe in San Diego

Looking for Lestat’s café in San Diego   Poetry, song and laughter. Lestat’s café, sell coffee and amazing artwork. I waited for Lestat. He did show. Pretty women in black did not tempt… Continue reading

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Old Monterey and Hemingway

Old Monterey and Hemingway   I was looking for my friend Hemingway. They hid him away. My old eyes found him moved, near the sea on Monterey wharf. We stood together and we… Continue reading

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Photos of Big Sur and some words.

  Big Sur Big Sur, God’s country. Big Sur, canvas for the painter, poetry for the eyes of the beholder. Coyote                

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Photos of the Pacific Ocean and some words.

Pacific Ocean   Some noises are beautiful. The song of the Monterey Bay. Singing seals. Blessings for the lucky. Coyote                  

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Big Sur photos and some words.

  Big Sur No internet, no phone calls. No worries had followed, Me and my old friend had gathered again. Thank you  Pacific Ocean and Big Sur. Always a wonderful place and day… Continue reading

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Monterey and some words.

  Looking for Hemingway I am in Monterey. Hemingway chair and face is gone. But I feel his present. He told be to order a double of Irish whiskey, find a sassy girl.… Continue reading

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Now nothing remains the same’

Now nothing remains the same A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Now nothing remains the same Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your… Continue reading

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