Week 6....time is flying by. I added this picture just to practice but this is one from the Tsunami damage in the Crescent City Harbor.
This picture has our Battery Point Lighthouse in the background. I live about three blocks from the lighthouse, and I have much of my life. I go to the lighthouse for my quiet time. I love the sounds of the seagulls and the fog horn; it is still silence to me. No person bothering me, no television or the neighbor's obnoxious barking dog - just my silence. My Mother's ashes were spread near the lighthouse; this was one of her favorite places too. It's amazing to me what comes to mind when I don't have "stuff" being shoved at me. There is so much unnecessary talking. I don't want to seem anti-social; I just need a mental break every now and then. I can sit here and think about how many times my Grandfather must have come in and out of that harbor. He had a commercial fishing boat until he passed. I've never been out in the ocean (in a boat). I think the fear would be screaming at my silence. I think about how two days before the tsunami these boat owners had no idea how much their lives were about to change. I don't suppose this is unusual but when I was a child I did not like the silence but now I seek it.
