Always There For Me
I took a drive to Cambria the other day to escape the heat and smoke filled skies that are locked in here. Smoke continues to drift down from the big fire near Big Sur and 100 degree temperatures keep it very oppressive. I crossed my fingers that my place of calm (and fresh air) would be as welcoming as always.
There were tourists around, but not a lot. Kids were crawling and bopping around like they do, getting out that energy that kids carry around with them. I watched one girl, probably around 8 years old, practicing her little hip hop dances on her own while her mom took cell phone photos. The girl would do something funky, talk to herself and smile. In her own little world. As was I.
Cambria never disappoints. It's always there for me.
There were tourists around, but not a lot. Kids were crawling and bopping around like they do, getting out that energy that kids carry around with them. I watched one girl, probably around 8 years old, practicing her little hip hop dances on her own while her mom took cell phone photos. The girl would do something funky, talk to herself and smile. In her own little world. As was I.
Cambria never disappoints. It's always there for me.
Comments
Sacred it is, when we find "our place" . . .
Sad it is to sense the fire, smoke, heat . . .
Your photos are wonderful!