With the merry sound of Friday’s catchy little number no doubt still ringing in your ears (*grins mischievously*) and hoping that the weekend was good to you, I thought that my take on this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge would follow on nicely as you will see. The theme is ‘Threes’, defined as ‘telling a three-picture story’. I have used three slightly different photographs of the same view which I hope fits the challenge.
Here is my story:
This is a view of a beach at a little place called Montana De Oro, a State Park on the Central Coast of California. The name means ‘mountain gold’ and is so named after the wildflowers which grow in the park. I have very special memories of this park and the beach as it is only two miles south of a small town called Los Osos which is where I moved to in 1986, leaving behind my family and friends in England to start a new life with my three-year old little boy and his father.
We spent many an afternoon down by the cove as seen here, my little boy loving to climb the rocks, his favourite activity. We also loved to look for tide pools and I always came home with my pockets full of pebbles, bits of seaweed and hermit crab shells. Treasures from my son.
This view is more panoramic. The road from Los Osos to Montana de Oro is winding and narrow and as you can see my vantage point from where I took these photos is fairly high up. Notice a few of those wildflowers in the lower right of the photo?
We lived in Los Osos for five years, it was the perfect place to raise a family. We went on to have our second son Nicky (as some of you already know him) and he too loved to paddle about in the sea and collect his treasures, even trying to copy his big brother in scaling the rocks. He was just a bit too young though; we moved a little further inland when he was two years old, my daughter (Aspie D) yet to arrive on the scene.
Here is the last part of this story. You can see that I am even higher up the road and I am filming with a camcorder so that I can remember this day with not only photographs but also with the sounds of the sea. I took these photos in April last year when I returned ‘home’ to California after a ten-year absence for a two-week visit with Aspie D. She stayed with her father near Los Angeles and I stayed with a dear friend in Los Osos, mere minutes away from where I had once lived some 28 years ago.
This is the view from my summerhouse today; from this breathtaking vista I see shadows dancing in the sunlight, shadows of my little boys running along the beach pushing the sand between their toes and trying to catch seagulls. From this view I hear their untroubled laughter ringing out, carried along by the sea-breeze straight into my heart where it lives still, never to be forgotten.
This view tells me that though the years have passed by and my life has changed irrevocably, I am blessed to be still standing and I am here to tell you my three-picture story.
“I dropped a tear in the ocean, and whenever they find it I’ll stop loving you, only then.” – Anonymous