The Real Cannery Row (#329)

I sat on a street bench.  My temporary resting place: Cannery Row in Monterey.  Facing the sea, I was taking the brunt of a frigid wind blowing off the sea.  Enough to make me pull my scarf from around my neck and wrap it around my head.  I was warm in my goose down vest.

I had two things with me that day: Cannery Row, (a novel by John Steinbeck who lived and wrote in Monterey for some time during the 1930s and 1940s) and my trusty Minolta camera.

With the wind reddening my face  and stinging my eyes to tears I opened my book and began to read.

I fell in love with the writing of Steinbeck there in the open air with a surreal scene unfolding just before me.  It was as though the ghosts of Cannery Row had come by to visit, to be remembered once again.

You see, I was sitting in front of the remains of a cannery.  Just one wall.  Still standing stalwart as a refuge and tribute to the days that once were.

On the cannery wall was a sepia-toned painting of two fisherman preparing to go out to sea.

In a bit, a bum came by with his can of beer and lay down for a nap in the sun and sand.  Protected from the wind by the wall, he closed his eyes, peaceful.

Soon after a couple, hand in hand, came strolling to the water’s edge.  To drink in the glory of the sea.

It was then, just then, that I captured the moment that will be with me always.

Come Lovers and Bums and Fishermen, too!

Come Lovers and Bums and Fishermen, too!

Sit long enough, still and watchful.  The world comes by giving you memories to last a lifetime.

Ever Grateful,

Annie

The day I read "Cannery Row" on Cannery Row

The day I read “Cannery Row” on Cannery Row

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I was born under a wandering star.... living in my Tin Can Cottage, traveling the country, explorer /adventurer, photographer, writer, chi energist, lifelong learner, massage therapist, past teacher & counselor, present work camper & volunteer. Grateful for the freedom to do it all. Enjoying life's ultimate lessons of trust, respect, and grace. Welcome, Friends!
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8 Responses to The Real Cannery Row (#329)

  1. Sher says:

    Love ther story and the picture!

  2. Teresa says:

    What a beautiful setting and memory. I shall have to read the book again, it’s been years.

    • I would read it again just for the richness of life explored, the way Steinbeck combines words, the way his mind plays out the simplest of everyday events into moments woven together as if in a tapestry.

  3. Patti Kuche says:

    A photo full of ghosts and spirits, a fabulous shot Annie!

  4. Great post, Annie, what a wonderful moment to capture, you did it so well. That is the kind of richness that is gifted to people on solo trips like yours, if they are awake enough to see them.

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