Yesterday I was visiting the River’s End Cafe, on the beach, at Seal Beach, so I took few pictures of the place. It is one of those places build to remind one of the feel of the past. It is the place to have a bite, like after you a shower on the beach to wash the ocean and the sand from your overly sun exposed skin: Will that pass for a suntan or a sunburn to your friends at the North Pole? Only time can tell-give it a few hour.
Like I was saying, here I am, taking in the fresh air, and moderate temperature of May, and admiring the architecture of the place, its color, the plants, bushes, and trees, and waiting for a hummingbird to get its lunch from the nectar of one of the flower nature designed especially for them (or may be it is the other way around).
And then I see it the Helen Sanders Memorial Plaque right at my feet, one corner of the ceramic tile broken already. But what about the dream: Was her dream turned activism, and foundation of care for stray cats broken? I thought, since I was there I could remind you of her, and her work.