yesterday i visited the marin headlands, site of a former military barracks.
here's some of my journal entry just above this spot:
"sitting atop a lovely little spot just before tennesse point, in between two beaches, behind abandoned military structures loom like mythic giants. the water swirls in violent eddies along outlying rocks. it is strange to think of soldiers 100 years ago sharing this same view. i love the way the foam seems to frolic with itself. sometimes 2 currents roll into each other in a swirl-- it reminds me of buddha hands dancing. fog is rolling in.