I went to HI Point Montara Hostel 07 – 09 February 2020. While I do not have a fancy camera and shoot almost exclusively on “Auto”, I enjoy recording the captivating sights.
While I waited for a friend to join me at dinner on Friday, my lens wandered over playful gulls at the edge of the beach and the sun setting across a parking lot. Later, I madly snapped frame after frame of the full moon. On Saturday, dawn revealed the vague lines of a ship on the farthest horizon. I walked down a path on Pillar Point, where I watched a charming little girl run from mischievous waves. At sunset, a young man and his Yorkie drifted across my line of sight.
The Pacific drew me westward. I return to her whenever my soul needs comfort. She never disappoints me. Someone whom I met at the hostel this weekend asked how frequently I stay there. As often as possible, I admitted. And it doesn’t seem like nearly enough.
It’s the twelfth day of the seventy-fourth month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.