Yesterday, Tristan and I had our maternity shoot. We had planned to do this at El Matador Beach, but it looked like some big photoshoot was happening there, so we ended up going to Point Dume. It was my first time there, and it was still just beautiful. The sunset was stunning. I cannot wait to see the photos.
We had dinner with our photographer and his assistant then headed home. We had such a great time. First thing I wanted to do once we were home was wash up, and the husband and I encountered a little problem. We had black spots on our feet. They weren’t just black spots – they were stubborn and sticky. You know what it was? Oil. Oil from oil spills had washed up to shore. There clearly wasn’t a massive amount that washed up, but remnants from old spills had made their way over. I got so mad. Not because the shower floors were covered in stubborn spots, but because we’re still paying the price from human recklessness.
I think what breaks my heart the most is that we were at the beach watching all sorts of sea birds running around in search of food and even saw seals swim along the shoreline. They’re all living and ingesting this gunk. It took several alcohol swabs to get that stuff off of our feet. Can you imagine living with it?
I wish we all wanted to do more to keep our oceans clean. I realize I don’t know everything that’s going on, but I do know we could do better. I’m still learning. Little by little, if we all did our part to protect the ocean, we might start to see a brighter planet.
I still plan to get my scuba diving license next year and hope to play some part in investigating the state of our waters. There’s always local beach cleanups taking place. There’s always something we can do… even if it just means putting our trash in a trash can and not littering.