I saw a man with his parrot. And as one who loves his parrot will do, he shared with him, the seascape— and his yogurt. I often encounter simians whose love for […]
Simians By The Sea
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I'm a former Marine and retired NYC Transit Police Detective. I offer a photo journal blog that is mostly about beach life, the wildlife and the semi-wild human denizens of the shore. I find the former can teach much to the latter at Leebythesea.me
Love Costs, But Love Gives
Long Beach lovers wait for it. It’s the annual joy when Oystercatcher chicks burst from their shells—and into our lives. These are some past photos I took of the chicks. Watching these […]
My Beat, Subway to Sand
I have sinned on this sandy beat of mine. Well, I committed two beach misdemeanors. As you know, I’m into presence on this delightful beat; anything that detracts from presence is a […]
America, You Can’t Hide Your Heart
So much attention, so many horrific photos, show the grievous harm to America. I thought I’d show you the less noticed heart —that beats every day—in America. My hometown of Long Beach […]
America, It’s Intervention Time
The drug of choice for America is our police. We use them again and again for our latest torment instead of dealing with the cause of our agony. It’s time for an […]
Save The Children
Oystercatcher Top Gun The sun was hot this Long Beach day: More like July than the end of May. Mom herded her chicks to relief from the sun: Birds always know what […]
The Launch of Music Man
“If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music.” (Albert […]
Together, and Splashing It
I live in the tiny City by the Sea that many of you, some across the oceans, have read about here. Yes, Long Beach, NY is small, about 36 thousand salty souls. […]
The Rain on Our Rights
I often wondered why I enjoyed watching the rain through a window. Sure, there was a beauty to it: wind-whipped torrents, the dance of the drops, the merge of puddle circles, or […]
American Grit
I didn’t yet know the hardened grit of America. We were in World War II—and I was only five years old. I only knew of playing with toy cars in the sand, […]
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