i grew up in a small town called Costa Mesa, literally meaning “table by the coast.” my grandfather had lived, farmed and raised a family there, since the ’20’s. i grew to be a young man in this village without freeways, highways or many stop lights. the place seemed to be ideally situated. it was about seven miles from the ocean, had good roads to either Newport Beach or Huntington Beach. thus, it was on the edge of the Pacific Ocean. we did not have the morning or june / july fog of the beach towns, but we could quickly get to the ocean and thoroughly enjoy it.
on the edge of the
ocean our home stood by
ready for the fun




The only thing that will never 'morph' for me are His Ten Commandments & His Word!
Nice job here friend.
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