Oh, the life of a bird on the Monterey peninsula. This gull is perusing his domain at Lover’s Point in Pacific Grove, Calif., not too far from where I used to live. The cawing of gulls was the soundtrack of my life then, and I loved it.
“Too quiet!” says a friend who still has a house there. But that’s what I liked about it. For me, “too quiet!” is an inspirational quote for women. It certainly inspires ME! Stay in your head if you like…or, like the gull, turn your head and observe people. Lots of people, because that part of the Pacific coast is a tourist magnet.
Still, it’s not that difficult to perch just out of reach … to not let weekend crowds interfere with life. It’s hard to fault them–they’re just enjoying what those of us who lived there appreciate.
I love how this gull is gazing pensively back at the small city of Pacific Grove. The place calls itself America’s Last Hometown. I don’t know about that. But I do love it. Back in the day it was known for its fog, but in recent years the fog seems to have lifted, at least most of the time.
Once in a while a sailboat drifts by.
To have this view every day was a privilege I miss.
I even love the way benches are dedicated to honor the dead.
That’s why M and I have decided to rent a year-round second home here. (Yes, I buried the lede.)
Riley, he and I will be spending good bits of time in this beauty after the new year. I’ll be returning to my favorite place in the world, a place I lived on and off for years. The place Riley used to live, too. And M. has grown to love it, too. “Besides, it makes me so happy when you’re happy,” he told me. (Swoon…)