Whether it’s the Pacific crashing on rocks or the Gulf of Mexico roaring in the sunshine, there’s something magical about big bodies of water. The power and the majesty of the ocean remind us that we are only one small part of a greater world.
The central California coast is dotted with lighthouses that have guided ships through our well-known fog. In ancient times, mariners would be guided by large fires lit on hilltops and lighthouses just marked entrance to a port. Over time, they became navigational aids on coastlines. Modern electronic navigation systems have replaced their historical function, leaving lighthouses as romantic figments of the past. They’re fun to look at and if you can go inside, all the better.
You can’t see that these are pelicans, but they are, at Twin Lakes Beach in Santa Cruz. We saw hundreds of them.
The rock at top right is a pelican resting spot. I wonder how long it takes them to get tired?
The Gulf coast is known for its shells, but at this Santa Cruz beach we saw feathers and more feathers. This one’s soft and fluffy white. Beautiful.
This feather’s more streamlined and sleek.
Stones worn smooth by sand and tide.
Just like our edges smooth with time and age.
I miss the full shells I’d get at Gulf of Mexico beaches. It’s different here. Maybe the wildness of the ocean breaks shells apart.
Nature forms a perfect star.
This perforated shell is a tiny work of art.
And then, evidence of a Good Samaritan. A found key, called to the attention of any who might be looking.
The Good Samaritan stuck the key in the sand.
I wonder if the owner came back to look for it–this would be a beautiful surprise.
And, as with all things Santa Cruz, a message of love, peace and joy. I wish you a summer full of the same. And some beach time.