It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg missed it by a little....the fog that we saw today....did not move on.
The fog shrouded the day.....roomie and i were both on a personal quest....mine, for the feeling of the pull of the tide, the power of the waves, I just needed some ocean energy, roomie, too, but, for different reasons. I love the smell of the ocean in the air, even pacific coast fog has a certain kind of appeal for me.
At our first beach stop we encountered Jake, a kid who just took a tumble through a wave and dislocated his knee - we called 911 for him and waited for the E.M.T.s to arrive....
We moved on....heading for the wildlife preserve I had it in my head would net us some fabulous pictures of starfish and sea urchins, shells and the like...but, first we stopped at the Pt. Montara Lighthouse...
We enjoyed the overlook
and then headed to the preserve - we arrived long after low tide and missed our opportunity, but, I did get some fun photos......
I'll be calling this one, "Pacific Ocean Salad"......the delightful seaweed we have and I managed to get a shot of this little guy....(I'm not sure he was really little)
And, then, later, this little guy (teee heeee heeee)
It felt like melancholy followed us all day....I guess the fog can do that. My purpose for going to the ocean was to harness some of her energy and I feel like I did, however, I also feel like maybe I brought some fog home with me....it's not like I can't create my own fog.....sheesh.....maybe I hoped for too much.....I'm SURE the ocean and the SUN would have infused me differently. Ironically, the sound of our weather turning is wafting through my bedroom window tonight and if I close my eyes I can almost make the sound of the trees rustling sound like the ocean waves breaking the shore. Ah, how much I long for the beach and the ocean....
Peace
