The Life in My Years

The subject for this week’s Monochrome Madness, chosen by Leanne Cole, is flowing water. I have plenty of images of flowing water, as during COVID one of the only places to venture safely, or without being rousted by the local fuzz, as we used to say, was a secluded beach (they were all pretty much secluded unless it was Spring Break in Florida but that’s a different conversation).

A few miles south of San Francisco is Gray Whale Cove, a small beach surrounded by an arc of cliffs. In normal times, the north end is clothing optional, so in normal times I wouldn’t bring a camera. But times were not normal and it was just me and the shore birds.

Here the water doesn’t so much flow as it crashes.

It also crashes at Cambria just north of San Luis Obispo.

There’s a surf break just off of Fort Point beneath the Golden Gate Bridge where surfers challenge the waves while avoiding jagged rocks.

Less crashing and more flowing on the Rogue River in Oregon.

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Below, Winnewissa Falls, in Minnesota.

Below, Gibbon Falls in Yellowstone National Park.