Lone Walker, Santa Barbara Harbor
Anyone
who has much experience with the Santa Barbara area knows what this means.
There
was rain, then wind, and the next day from Gibralter Rock, high in the
foothills, we could see 5 channel Islands. From West to East, San Miguel,
Santa Rosa, Santa Cruz (where a piece of my heart resides, but that's a story
for another day), Anacapa, and San Nicolas (much further offshore.)
I have no
images of that. Sorry. It is a dandy metaphor for a rare and special time, though.
We
had the privilege of showing our friends around this place which has
everything. Except affordable housing. Or integration. Or winter
weather. But I digress. In all seriousness, Santa Barbara is gorgeous, and an
inspiration.
There's
a quality of light there after a storm which I can only describe as
crystalline. The clouds move out quickly and the rising sun lights up the
mountains in a way that brings to mind Homer's rosy-fingered dawn. Pinker
than our orange sunrises in Arizona. Gentler.
First Light, Mission Santa Barbara
Dawn
at the Mission made us both gasp (just the two of us. I never ask
civilians traveling with us to stand around shivering in the dark waiting for
the sun to come up. I'd run right out of friends).
Here's
wishing you a five-island new year.
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