It’s been a month of rolling thunder with fast-moving tides crashing along the Carmel area coast. This shot from yesterday shows a typical wave breaking at low tide. In younger days in a big city, I’d look at traffic jams, or the sun setting on skyscrapers–slow moving events. My experience with ocean waves was limited to those captured on film, or the rare excursion to the New Jersey shore. But now in California I can see the power of the sea any day of the week. I am reminding myself how fortunate I am late in life, although I probably wouldn’t be in this situation without all those years spent in the big city, traffic jams included. There were other paths I could have taken to get here, but I’m satisfied with the one I chose and, that, in part, adds to the enjoyment of watching waves.
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