View coming up to tent at El Capitan Canyon just north of Santa Barbara. We're so lucky to have the oaks and sycamores be as abundant as they are here. They are so very strong and sturdy.
The writing tent. No internet connection, but an outlet was all I needed.
Snacktime.
Room with a view.
Even my toes were thrilled to claim time away to create. Those willow trees run all along the creekside in the camp. So beautiful. I found a branch with a right angle in it, and I'm just learning that the way plants grow, their directions have lessons to teach, too.
I stopped at my favorite point on the coastline between SB and home and caught sight of a seahawk, better known as Osprey. I'd never seen one before and I don't think they're common in these parts. They teach us to grasp onto what it is we're aiming for, and about commitments. He or she sat atop a lightpost looking down at the empty beach where I gathered shells and pieces of bone for a very long time.
