Yesterday my husband took me to the Point Loma Lighthouse. He needed to take some photos for a project, so I came along for the company and the fun. While his camera clicked away, I just soaked up the beauty of the place. At the edge of a cliff, this beautiful little house sat contentedly in the middle of fields of yellow flowers.
The smell of the salty, clean ocean swirled all around as the wind kissed every inch of the peninsula. Waves danced along the shore and made music with the seagulls and pelicans. Pure beauty.
I know that my pictures don't quite do it justice, but the sunshine of the day just enhanced every color on the point and I couldn't stop myself from trying to capture it.
As I explored the inside of the lighthouse -- set up as the cute, little home it once was -- I wondered how fascinating, but lonely it must have been living there. When the lighthouse was active, the family who ran it could only get to San Diego by wagon and it was a long & bumpy road getting there. Their living room walls were covered with picture frames and even pictures fashioned out of shells and rocks found along the beach. Quite creative. Imagine, though, having to stay on the point for months and hardly go anywhere else. As a child, it could be heaven, but as a teenager, did they get bored? As an adult, how humbling.
Overall, the day was beautiful and perfect. We explored the tidepools after, looking for a few more shots that he needed. At the edge of one of the cliffs by the tidepools, the water splashed up so joyfully that I just had to giggle to myself. I love how the ocean is so playful at times. God's creation truly does declare His glory. You're so cool, God.
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