I’ve heard of this place out on the Bay, with lots of sculptures and sometimes at risk of disappearing (tides? officials? dunno). I’ve never been – so many places I’ve never been. It has a name – Albany Bulb – and what a fascinating place to explore! With a little care not to walk through somebody’s campsite.
A bunker, a castle, una casita.
Sex ed. (Definitely sperm. We walked over more along that path.)
Eyes. And a cat.
Sometimes we stepped on things we almost didn’t notice.
Sometimes we walked around a bend of hill and water and found astonishment.
And a sword fighter or dancer.
Sun salutations? Or is she La Llorona? Or somebody else?
And nature manages beauty fine without us.