Some days are so overwhelming I just don't know how to express the sense of the present. This photograph had to be made... and shared. Walt Whitman years ago wrote a poem titled O Me, O Life... I don't recall much about it except the injunction that we are here now and that the poem continues to be written and we have a verse to contribute. The past is past... the future is to come... what we have now... the only sure thing we have is the present. At the Lemontree, by the sea on a glorious day with calm seas, a cool breeze, brilliant sunshine we are alive and in the world at this instant.