Lone Bunker by the Sea

A lone Bunker sits strong and proud facing the sea.

It withstood war, storms, even the near apocalypse.

It witnessed many stories but never told a soul.

A year ago , our stories are so different from what it is now. Some we want to remember. Some we want to forget. Some are life lessons. Others we wished fate was kinder. This was taken Summer 2020, a contrast to this year’s Summer in America, land of overflowing COVID-19 vaccines. People don’t even realize how lucky they are as compared to the rest of the world still battling the death, sickness and economic loss of the pandemic. The Sun does not shine equally in other parts of the Globe nor gratitude for its availability.

It doesn’t complain. It’s just quiet, listening, observing, non-judging, too trusting.

Nature gives and gives. No Global Warming and calamities if only it’s recipients gives back.

It welcomes all to share the beauty it sees even if people keep violating it with graffitis and trash.

Alone yet happy and content. Quiet yet rejoicing. Still yet dancing night and day. We don’t know what’s in a person until we try being selfless.

When the Sunset sinks into the sea and darkness takes over, it sits alone again. Non-shaken, fearless, vigilant.

It sees all but never gossips nor reveal secrets.

The Bunker exemplifies resilience against change, time, weather extremes and isolation.

If the Wildflowers can grow blooms this radiantly beautiful without rain and have nothing to protect itself, how much more for those who have something if not everything.

The Bunker embodies control keeping all turmoils hidden within itself so as not to bother others with worries.

It is a concrete proof that courage and vulnerability can thrive and survive.

Summer is time to be where the heart wants to be. So why keep it trapped, contained, imprisoned?

It is cursed to be irresistible drawing passers by to be curious and wander even if a written sign says, “Private Property.

From afar, it looked back longingly. Our eyes met. Our hearts spoke in deafening silence, then tears just kept falling. Relieved or breaking? Both.

It gave countless Happy Summers but only a few remembers to look back and be thankful. Most just take pictures and leave too preoccupied with their camera phones or themselves to even notice the Bunker is asking them to stay a bit longer so it can tell it’s story too.

Most don’t ask the Bunker how it is doing. Most don’t really care what happens or happened to it. The Bunker is marveled yet tragically invincible. It’s pictures has been posted and liked all over social media yet it feels empty, alone, used, insignificant.

Thousands of pictures, what happened to them? Thousands of memories, how come we hardly remember the details or how they felt?

It continues to hope that one day someone will save it.

For now, the lone Bunker sits by the sea heads up, bold heart, still, patient, steadfast. Humans named it The Devil’s Slide Bunker after all.

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27 Responses to Lone Bunker by the Sea

  1. maayaronweg says:

    Love your great pictures! What a story! Where is it?

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  2. Ab says:

    What an interesting little spot! And it appears locals have claimed it with their graffiti designs.

    I am curious to see what the inside looks like even though there’s a No Trespassing sign. I do wander if there are squatters who even live there, even temporarily.

    A beautiful parallel you drew between the bunker and resilience. Especially now that we’re on the other side of the pandemic!

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    • One can get inside the bunker. For sure people can squat if police don’t check it regularly. It’s scary and gross what people leave behind inside it like needles, syringes, condoms. Same goes in most frequented beaches. Parents even leave dirty diapers. It’s the most scenic spot in this part of highway 1. I told my son I want to buy it if I win the lotto and build a house with coffee shop. His reply, “don’t waste your money dad. It’s too much work.” I saw a potential in it and may be it won’t be alone anymore. Fascinating how they built something indestructible on pure mountain rock. Same how they built two tunnels on the base of the mountain close to it. Thanks.

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      • Ab says:

        Hope you win the lotto! With a little money and lots of imagination, I am sure you will transform it into something amazing.

        And yes, boo to the people who litter and leave their crap behind.

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        • I told my son, let’s build a house with a coffee and pastry shop that welcomes all travelers and dreamers. His answer, “Don’t waste your money Dad. Too much work.” Dream crasher right? It’s nice to feel there are still possibilities and wonder in this world. Thanks

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  3. This is certainly one of the most unique (and scenic) places where I’ve seen a bunker. If these walls could talk …

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    • Thanks. I’m always tempted to stop whenever I pass the Bunker. It’s one of those places where one feels, at home, comfortable, happy and free. The view alone takes ones mind from everything it hopes to escape. And the Bunker knows and understands without having to say a single word.

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  4. francisashis says:

    As usual love your lovely photography ,it’s truly mind blowing.Take care.🌹🙏😊

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  5. Wow, that is so very fascinating, and eerie. And beautiful. What stories it could tell…

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  6. This is something I have never seen..we have bunkers here but look very different than these.

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  7. Explore More says:

    I like it – Very poetic. Is it a World War 2 bunker?

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    • I think so. It’s privately owned but people can’t help themselves, me included. It’s a waste not to appreciate its beauty and significance, and the breathtaking nature around it. The owner seem to have forgotten it or just waiting for the right buyer. If only I will the Lotto. Free to dream. Thanks.

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  8. Halbarbera says:

    Coastal bunkers were once symbols of strength, but now just sit quietly by the sea, forgotten memories for you and me!

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  9. ourcrossings says:

    The very first time I had a chance to witness the surprising and eerie beauty of World War Two bunkers was in France, near Hossegor. Some of the abandoned military relics were sitting quietly on the coast, blending seamlessly with the surrounding landscape, and some of them were right on the beach.

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