Sharing a poem from page 38 of the book, While Wandering: A Photo-Poetic Journey Through California Landscapes:
Tranquil Skies and Churning Seas
Your life, presented in color, robust, terrifyingly alive,
a scene of grandeur, danger and temptation, desperate to survive.
Wary travelers tiptoe past the rocks to avoid the dashing shoals.
Crashing surf and blustery winds sing the siren’s song of wayward souls.
High cliffs and sandy beaches, icy water and scorching sun,
adventure awaits an ardent, innocent, unwary one.
There is power before you, revealed in fearsome waves and subtle undertow
shipwrecked sailors struggle to reach the shore — faded away eons ago.
How intense the sea and sky
croons and murmurs beckon in a harsh and solemn lullaby
to reach that distant sandy beach, beyond the jagged bluff
at last to recover and to rest
triumphant, done, you have won your fearsome, briny test.
Prepare yourself well for the rhythmic tide
of surge and swell, deluge of storms, misguided,
while Poseidon, King of the Sea, races the wave
and his son, Triton, dances, blares his trumpet and misbehaves.
By Viola Geary Odell