Wednesday, January 16, 2008

I try to take Wednesdays off.  There are many weekends when I work either or both days, so, in general, I try to leave Wednesday open for whatever I choose.  Today I worked for awhile on a couple of things, but we are in the middle of a fabulous week of sunshine (see?  I told you there was hope.)  The light is what drew me out--precious, golden, late afternoon light--and blue sky and calm water.  I drove down to Arcadia Beach.

It's a nice little park, sitting around the bend and just down a dip in the road between Silver Point and Arch Cape.  At low tides you can reach it walking on the beach.  I was surprised at how well the trees fared after the storm.  The beach, however, was covered with rocks where sand used to be. 

I wondered from where these rocks came--whether they were deposited from the ocean floor via pounding surf and storm surge, or they had been lying here dormant all the time under sand that was sucked out to sea when that same pounding surf receded.  I did find a small triangle (1 1/2 inches wide) of terra cotta tile standing out among the rocks.  "M A D E" is stamped on the lower left, and the edges have been tumbled smooth.  Was it a planter? Was it part of a roof?  A drainpipe?  It doesn't matter.  My only other thought about it was how out of place something man-"MADE" felt here with these rocks and air and sky and trees and ocean and wonderful warm light.