Lighthouse Park

It’s pretty remarkable to encounter so many huge fir trees so close to a parking lot.

It brings up feelings of awe and wonder and a sense of importance, that somebody made a good decision at one point, to preserve this area for the rest of us to be able to enjoy.

But it’s an interesting dynamic, where in these trees are not special at all. Go to any undeveloped corner of the coast (north of 49) and you will encounter (or, would have encountered) these magnificent creatures called Trees. This particular section is only special and unique in comparison to the pavement that surrounds it. It’s not to say that it isn’t special to be able to visit such a place, so close to the pavement, but it is to say that the uniqueness of these trees is only due to the destruction of everything else around. It makes me ponder what “special” really is, we often raise up those that stand out of the crowd, are unique, special, and in the process we separate them from the rest. It just seems a bit lonely, like what if we were to do this same thing to other people, lift them up, make a distinction between them and the rest of us. What if they didn’t want that?

My partner and I sat watching the seals for a long time not saying much. They were playing in a current running between two rocks. For some, the seals are not as special as us people, animals are a step below us. Who made that decision to rank each other on a hierarchy? The seals seemed to be the ones who had everything figured out. Us, escaping the end of a long work day to retreat to this small sliver of undeveloped land, or them, playing together, dancing in the waves. I think we have a long way to go in all this, first off might be relieving ourselves from a position of judgment, that we as humans are far from the only perspective that matters on this earth. And that the task of ranking and creating hierarchies is a lonely pursuit that most likely will lead to regret down the road.

But we were just on a little wander, so do with this as you wish.

A mille cude,

KB

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