The sun can cast its' rays and intensity as it wishes. Along the west coast, sunsets on the Pacific Coast are irreproachable and untouchable.
My wife Ann spent her childhood on these shores. During a recent trip, we made the mecca to the Ventura Keys, and the captivating ocean. We sat on the beach where she once built sand castles with her Dad, dined on PBJs, and allowed the serene beauty of the last daylight minutes to soak in. As I looked over my shoulder, I caught the bronzed windows in crowning glory.
The sound of frothy waves were our serenade song, light breezes and sand made the experience sublime and my wife Ann had a perfectly content smile on her face.
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the days of yesteryear are at my doorstep. my heart is full of happy memories. the ocean is my constant companion, my husband, the love of my life, brings joy to my heart. toes dig deep in the cool sand and i am suddenly captivated in sheer bliss. **ann**
With record high temperatures in southern California during December, the beach was alive with sun soakers and castle builders during the Christmas holiday.
Near crystal clear skies; the result of Santa Ana winds, made for pristine sunsets where Anacapa Island could be seen without a curtain of coastal fog.
A lonely lifeguard shacks sits quietly on Hollywood Beach, in Port Hueneme, CA. A sailboat can be seen in the waters, and a solo jogger, stopped to watch as the last of the sun's warmth dips below the horizon. Sunset kisses, dreams and colors envelop the eye of the sand covered admirer.
Shooting water is always a delight. Capable of taking on so many forms, the photographer is never bored. An early morning walk along the shore's edge, I found this sandpiper doing his thing: Down to the water's edge to looks for sandcrabs, run furiously back towards the refuge of the sand as the wave breaks. Nature's ballet appearing with grace.
Water, in all its' magnificence is amazing. Still, utterly silent in a lake or pond, or small veins of life as it trickles through a maze of rock and silt on a hillside in the mountains, water can transform itself to whatever geographical zip code it resides in.
The ocean's magic is in the tide's method of crashing unto the sand with force, only to be gently pulled back to the ocean by the invisible forces of nature and gravity. The water also keeps its' voice ever changing. Whether the roar of the tide, or the absence of sound coming from an untouched mountain lake - water never disappoints.
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listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go”
e.e.cummings
Days like this are spell-binding. Pacific Coast Highway, Hwy 1, "PCH" is mesmerizing on a warm summer day, where you can see the islands, catch a wave, and maybe grab a bowl of chowder at Neptune's Net. Tourists and native Californians alike yearn for the classic coastline experience, and on this particular day, we were fortunate enough to have it all.
