Beach Bareness
I never get tired of photographing an uncluttered beach. This was taken at Crystal Cove, which was soon to be packed with people.
Watching the Watchers
As we headed out to dinner one night, I caught a glimpse of this trio watching the surfer below.
Contemplating the Vast
I think it’s the vastness of the Pacific that first absorbs us when we catch our first glimpse of it. And then it’s being mesmerized by the waves- but I think everyone is pulled back to the horizon eventually, contemplating the sheer size of this body of water.
We made a quick trip to Southern California to see our son and family for Father’s Day. The family was at work and daycare when we arrived, so we spent a couple hours at Crystal Cove, north of Laguna. No, that is not my husband in the photo- and I don’t think those children were with that gentleman.
Beach Grass
We took a very quick drive over to Bodega Bay while in California and stopped at Doran Beach, where the beach grass caught my eye.
Beach Boy
No, we aren’t at the beach, but we’ve been very busy with family here- and I haven’t even taken any photos! Over the next few days, I plan to post some previously unseen (!) photos from November.
Spirit of the Sea
Maybe I’ve spent too much time watching the waves- am I the only one seeing a face out there?
Disappearing
We walked down to the water’s edge in the morning, and I was captivated by the little footprints disappearing into the surf.
In a Row
The sun was setting, and most of the few people watching the waves, the surfers, and the sunset were leaving the beach. Now it was the life guard stations all in a row that caught my eye.
Haze
I suspect that smoke from the fires added to the haze at sunset last week at Huntington Beach. If you look closely you can see surfers in the waters.
Surfer in Wait
Here is another image from Huntington Beach a while back. This surfer spent a long time watching the waves and the other surfers- and never made it out there during the time I was watching. Was he judging the waves and waiting for better ones? Was he intimidated by the other surfers and hanging back? What was he thinking?
This is part of an unfinished and so far untitled series I’m putting together with the theme of being separate from the crowd.
