If y'all ever get to Davenport, Ca or are passing through like us, stop at the Whale City Cafe and Bakery....You can overlook the Pacific Ocean and casually have a mocha, breakfast, lunch, dinner, or a bakery item. My wife and I stop here every time we are nearby and sleep right there in our truck on the beach (it has a sleeper like an RV.) That should be good enough for a free meal Whale City!!! Oh, and the view.....not on the menu...can't order it...but it doesn't cost a thing!!!! You can see a seal, maybe a whale sometimes, and sometimes on a very, very special day....a drunk will walk up to you and ask if you have any spare change. Those are the days you never forget...even if you take a pill, they won't go away. Oh...and so much for minimalism....lol....the colors of the d300 are just too inviting!! I think that is Nikon's biggest achievement with this and the d3 (I will say nice things about you if you will give me a free one). (along with the low light characteristics) A New Day (James watkins) not hdr A new day begins- earthbound- ethereal- flying around. Unseen mists of morning- open ocean green, blue spouted spray queens- darkened emerald dreams. Violent moodiness of ancient ocean floors. Standing silent- stopped- by solid sentinel gray doors. Open your ears to hear the ancient song- we are a breath- a whisper- and then gone. Gray white clouds in measured morning light, stretch forth ghostly hands to distant horizon heights. Flowing sands, rich soft pillows rising, foam waters rolled – Reflectioned sweet- blessings stormy, and daggered deep. Footpaths fallen- though carefully called- lie brooding- waiting- silently enthralled. Come, full- birthed, appearing quickly thing of ancient beauty- aging stars of light- bright brilliant singing, resisting evil night. Bring your watchers high and steep- strong on hidden walls, soft from winters sleep- unchained mystic music- mighty opening keys- darkened dormant dominions- breath of living wings. Blown now by fire, frenzied furnace hot- desperate with desire, of beauty that is not. Frozen mountain stars- regal, reigning, galaxies unfurled. Swirling, dancing destinies- on anxious alien worlds. Future hope through eyes that can not see- guarded pathways of mundaned revelry. Massive mountain darkness, night mystery and pearl, deadly wicked wonders, no heavenly theme imperiled. Dying dreams- sprung to life- soon escaped from winters white. Ephemeral future- celestially veiled, tossed and lifeless, embattled and assailed. Come forth now, by seasons force, to plans of old- now lend your voice. Creation sounds, that groan and sway, walking free forever- with joy, for one more, glorious day. James watkins 4/04