Ft Bragg is a fishing and logging town on the north coast of California. Possibly you have heard of its more trendy neighbor Mendocino but I prefer to spend my money in Ft Bragg. It is an economically depressed area but that does not take away from the ocean connection. I have been going there regularly for about thirty years and feel as if it could be home. In years passed I have camped on the Ft Bragg coast or stayed with friends or relatives in town. In more recent years, RR and I have taken to staying in a motel at the northern edge of town. This motel, the Ocean View Motel, is right there at the ocean's edge. You can leave the sliding glass door open at night (if you dare and I do) and sleep with the ocean's roar in your ears. On Saturday morning, I was impressed with how calm the ocean was - nary a whitecap in view. But then there was Sunday morning. Oh my! What a difference 24 hours makes. I don't believe I have ever seen the Ft Bragg ocean so violent. Such powerful and high swells, breaking way out there and then breaking again closer in. Amazing!
I got to thinking about people who didn't have the privilege of growing up and always living within 45 minutes of the ocean. I feel bad for them and what they miss by not having the ocean connection. I can't imagine what that must be like: to have never seen the power of the waves or heard their roar. I tried to capture at least some of the ocean energy in these photos. If only I could have included the waves, the birds, the breeze, the fragrance that is the Pacific Ocean.
|Surreal, if you ask me.|
|This gives you some perspective on the height of the waves.|
|More perspective. I won't be going beach combing down there.|
|Foam with a veil of fog|
|I am always impressed with the many shades of blue in the ocean.|
|And there was no wind! That was pretty surprising. With waves like these you expect there to be lots of wind.|
|Can you hear the wave hitting the rocks?|
|If only we could capture the energy in those waves!|