Something about the harbor lights is calling me
Back to some Jamaican Bay
Doesn't seem so far away
Keep the change, but I'll repay these memories
Dawn came in this morning
Like some old junked out melody
The words she spoke when we awoke still haunt me
--From Harbor Lights, Boz Scaggs.
Ocean City, Maryland.
(Taking a brief intermission from the 18,000 foot trails of the Himalayas to show some more recent pictures taken at sea level, where the air is decidedly thicker).