Bay of Angels And if now I share How I spend my days Will you feel Not so far away? Early dew drenched desert sand Rises with the morning sun And I shuffle through To the water's edge To the temple Of dust and salt. Amidst the clamoring choir Of…
Punta Abreojos They named the point Open Your Eyes Abre los Ojos A rock and sand bulwark Jetting into the Pacific Protecting a lagoon, whales, osprey nests But a sleeping watchman Or unskilled helmsman Would know wreckage on her stony shore And now her proud light cuts Across dark sea…
A decade ago, when Wallace J. Nichols first showed up at Isla Magdalena, on the Pacific coast of Baja California, it was a depressing scene. He counted about 240 dead turtles washed up along the beach. Most were loggerheads (Caretta caretta), which had begun their days on nesting beaches in…
by Peter Aldhous, SF ChronicleIn the southern reaches of Mexico's Baja California peninsula, majestic cardon cacti stand sentry over the dusty red desert, which crumbles into the turquoise waters of the Gulf of California. But in this striking landscape, dark forces are at work.Within an hour of leaving the airport…
I’ve heard the fire sing In her soft rain. And I’ve seen the foam Dance in her hardest wind. Damp wool, the scent Rotting soil Salt. I find the highland everywhere And from my nightpost Await her call. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. So I wait through the night Again. (about the…
