A Quick Trip to Purisima Creek

From the shore I decided to head towards the redwoods a few miles away.  These aren’t the ancient guys, I believe they are about a hundred years old or so.  I love the scent and feel of these woods.  As a raw amateur I wasn’t able to record the beauty and spirit of this place.  I had a little sunlight and did the best that I could.

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Photographs taken: 6/27/15

On the drive over I was thinking about the Grateful Dead shows I was going to see that weekend when Eyes of the World came on the radio.  Beautiful!
Eyes of the World
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia
Right outside this lazy summer home
you don’t have time to call your soul a critic, no
Right outside the lazy gate of winter’s summer home
wondering where the nuthatch winters
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away…

…Wake up to find out
that you are the eyes of the world
but the heart has its beaches
its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you
are the song that the morning brings
but the heart has its seasons
its evenings and songs of its own

Slouching Towards Half Moon Bay

For my first journey into the world with my camera, I chose a trip to Half Moon Bay.  I woke up early to catch the morning light, unfortunately, the day was a bit foggy.  I wasn’t sure if this would work.  I gave it my best shot.  I stopped along the way to try to capture the reservoir.  At this point I’m still using auto mode and I am going with hand held to get used to the feel of the camera.  I also need to practice holding it steady.




Arriving at Half Moon Bay, the coast was still a bit overcast and beautiful.  There is an emotion that occurs at a mostly deserted beach that is difficult to explain.





Photographs taken: 6/27/15

At Melville’s Tomb
Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge
The dice of drowned men’s bones he saw bequeath
An embassy. Their numbers as he watched,
Beat on the dusty shore and were obscured.

And wrecks passed without sound of bells,
The calyx of death’s bounty giving back
A scattered chapter, livid hieroglyph,
The portent wound in corridors of shells.

Then in the circuit calm of one vast coil,
Its lashings charmed and malice reconciled,
Frosted eyes there were that lifted altars;
And silent answers crept across the stars.

Compass, quadrant and sextant contrive
No farther tides … High in the azure steeps
Monody shall not wake the mariner.
This fabulous shadow only the sea keeps.

Knock, Knock, Knocking on The Golden Door




Photographs taken: 6/25/15

We recently moved to the Bay Area and I’ve always wanted to try some photography.  I love landscape and architecture I’ve come to the right place for both.  The lighting and atmospherics here are brilliant.  I hope to capture some of the natural brilliance in my photographs.  I bought myself a Nikon D3300 and away I go.  I hope to track my progress here and I’ll use this journal to help keep me ‘focused’.

These are a few of my first shots taken from our balcony.  I’m still in point-and-shoot mode and these were taken with the only lens I have, the AF-S DX Nikkor 18-55mm f/3.5-5.6G VR II.  I have done some slight edits with Adobe Lightroom even though I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing with the program or the camera.

The Changing Light
The changing light
at San Francisco
is none of your East Coast light
none of your
pearly light of Paris
The light of San Francisco
is a sea light
an island light
And the light of fog
blanketing the hills
drifting in at night
through the Golden Gate
to lie on the city at dawn
And then the halcyon late mornings
after the fog burns off
and the sun paints white houses
with the sea light of Greece
with sharp clean shadows
making the town look like
it had just been painted

But the wind comes up at four o’clock
sweeping the hills

And then the veil of light of early evening

And then another scrim
when the new night fog
floats in
And in that vale of light
the city drifts
anchorless upon the ocean

by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, 1919

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