We’re returning to Boston very soon. It’s time. The rain, my injury and other misfortunes have marred our trip somewhat. However what we will definitely miss is this laid back, anything goes “left coast” culture.
This is obviously a photograph of a landscape vista. But to my mind it’s more of a tone poem dedicated to a place where nature sings a gentle song of contentment.
We’ve been on the west coast for quite a while now and it’s time to go back to Boston. It snowed there yesterday.
No matter. Albert Einstein said, “Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.”
I believe it.
Taken in the town of Marshall, California. A nice seaside location with a hell of an oyster bar. (see below)
It’s sort of like pornography. Hard to describe but you know it when you see it.
This single sailboat was anchored in the middle of Drakes Bay near Point Reyes, California. I never saw anyone moving around on her. She looked rather lonely out there nestled in an almost mediterranean blue ocean, but the overall scene was beautiful.
While the full moon was bright early this morning shining through the trees, what I didn’t see until I cropped the image was its “friend”, the “morning star” Venus, shining over its shoulder.
A lovely way to start the day.
I photographed this in a run down, deserted house in California. Hard to say how it came to look this way. No matter, the colors are amazing.
Early in the morning, almost anywhere high in the hills, fog can form in the creases.
The myriad tones of black and grey play a quiet, welcoming melody.
Waiting for the sun to rise.