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the formations down the beach

Bandon- the locale where i first fell in love with rock formations 25 years ago on my first journey to the Oregon Coast. I fell in love with the small cute town as well, one that seemed to have a vibrancy at the time; or maybe it was the place where i stayed. I came back 10 years ago, and again the rocks spoke to me – they and the wind as sand whipped against my face, and the light playing on the stone. It was the first time i stepped into the moment, connected to the all, as i took photos on my 35 mm camera, waiting for the perfect light, and i saw how the rocks changed over the course of the day, appearing different with the altering light. And for some moments i was both engaged and still. But that was then, and even it was not complete – for i felt the town to be a shadow of what it was in my memory – was it me, or it, or the time of year, but the vibrancy seemed largely gone.

Today the rock formations, for which the town is known, seemed less alive to me as well. They spoke, but more softly than before. Was it the day – with a flatter sky of grey and a wind that blew – but not fiercely when i came out to the beach. No, the sky was blue by the time i left. Was it that i have visited so many rocks since then? Was it me – my mind distracted, full of chatter, keeping me out of the zone? I came to the rocks by myself, but thoughts of another, who had met up with me in brookings and tagged along to bandon, wanting me to lead him, to guide him, standing behind me, heavy, like a sack of rocks adding weight to my load, not seeing that i could not guide him, for i was not sure of my own journey. And the one time i had stopped here for a moment a few years ago, had also been with another, one who did not understand the stones,and did not share the communion with me – and the two of them seemed much akin. Or maybe, i was just expecting too much. Even so, the stones add life, and reveal a hidden past.

Bandon is most well known for Face Rock, the monolith looking up towards the sky. The face of the Princess Ewanu from the mountain peoples, who learned too late to respect and fear Seatka, the evil spirit of the ocean, is trapped staring at the moon refusing to look at him. she had become enchanted by the sea, did not listen to warnings, and was caught and her cats turned to stone further out. And all that remains above is her head, the rest buried beneath the surface.

the famous Face Rock

To me the legend seems partial, and i know it is not the only one. At the end of another protrusion, north on the beach lays another head, fainter, also staring at the moon, as if the two of them are looking out to sea, and up to sky, guarding the area.

the other main face in rock

It is some of the smaller rocks that call – in two, face to face, i see an ancient indian man and women, looking at one another, yearning to come together, but stuck in place.

looking wistfully at his maiden

looking out at her man

separated by sand

The cats stand out to sea, and their shapes reveal themselves less to me. Other creatures dot the shore, creatures of the land and the sea.

creature of the sea looking ashore

creature of the sea

I walk amongst the stones, down the beach, mesmerized by the sea. and wonder if the spirit has also spoken to me. I turn inland, towards the town in the mouth of the river. The sun emerges, and i long to visit them again, but must leave and cross the bridge to where i stay having visited those who i came to see. Perhaps i received their message long ago, and this time i was meant to speak to them.

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