During my lunch hour I did some walking meditation and happened upon a park. Licton Springs used to be a little bit bigger, and noisier, before the construction of the I-5 corridor. Apparently home to a natural spring, which seems to be the source of the small creek that cuts through the small park. But when one gets to the source of this natural spring they find a small sign commemorating its contribution to the community, as well as a concrete bowl for the spring to swell up in and flow from, nearly overtaken by blackberries and alder branches, and of course trash and other signs of outdoor living.

Under the cedar
Hidden path bends
Homeless encampment