Silence Weekly photo Challenge
Long ago I lived just up the path from the beach. I would bring my dog Sappho there. I had inherited her from a past relationship. Sappho had been named by her previous owners.
Once my friend Jean took me to Muir beach to paint watercolors. She was a retired cartoonist, who lived with her husband in Mill Valley. In those days the beach was easy to get to. A peaceful place where people sat, played or like me ran with their dog. Sappho was buried just a ways up the path on the edge of a field in the valley between the mountains where we used to roam together.
Returning many years later the beach and the parking lot had weathered. The potholes I drove over were deadly. The black top hadn’t seen any repairs, which looked to be as long ago as when I lived there. Every part I remembered was changed with overgrowth and the course of the once familiar stream had moved and caused dramatic changes in the landscape.
Still standing was the large rock at the shoreline, a mountain shape in miniature.
In silence it remains anchoring my many memories of living in such a beautiful place.
Thanks for stopping by my kitchen.
Have good day!