An empty place at the table
I thought I would post a few images I gathered after an uncle's funeral in remembrance. A member of the clergy, he was sent off as one of their own in the house most famously associated with Fr. Junipero Serra. A reception followed, colored by MÃ¢con-Villages and a bite to eat. Afterward, we wandered together-alone out into the wide coastal world, now rosy-orange with the patina of sea spray and sunset. My earlier photographs of the mission (some reproduced below) have themselves acquired new poignancy in light of recent events. The gate locked and the courtyard radiant but melancholy: what better send-off could the Pacific and Mission have for a beloved son than this?
A few moments later, I scrambled down the rocks (in suit and loafers) to shake hands with the tumult of 15-foot swells engulfing Carmel Point: