Seabird drifts along above the shoreline as the ebb overtakes the flow, at a height of your own mind’s choosing…. the day is another… of your own choosing. The view of the subject circles about some center of your own choosing and the background goes in and out of focus. At a distance a crab tags the hole he calls home and watches…. further down the beach other crabs yet unaware go about the daily crab things. All of this being absorbed,,, collected for unintentional viewing another day at a time not so much at your choosing. The reflection, the recall of a particular piece of music or a particular voice in a song, resonates with a vision of something that was, or perhaps something that could be of your own choosing.