Having returned from a packed travel schedule, the pleasures of the journey are multiplied by reflecting on all I have seen, by curating the many photographs and, now, by distilling the experiences into a series of blog posts.
SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA COASTLINE
My travels began in California where I was based in Santa Barbara. Drawn by the beauty of the coastline, each day I walked along the cliff tracks at West Campus Point to watch the waves. On the horizon, sea mist veiled the Channel Islands, their moods changing as the sun arced slowly across the sky; behind me, the arid peaks and sombre chapparal of the Santa Ynez mountains.
Sacred to the Chumash tribes, as a soul portal, a doorway to enter and depart our world, Big Sur possesses an ambience which combines deep tranquillity with a powerful energy. Mountains plunge into the ocean, leaving barely enough space for the road to wind its sinuous way along one of the most spectacular coastlines in the world.
As the sun descends toward evening, sea fog – the Marine Layer, as it is known – rolls in to lap at the land before withdrawing to flow down the coast.
Sequoias crowd the narrow valleys and provide their own ecosystem, bathed by the many springs emerging from fissures in the rock. The air possesses a peculiar clarity, almost as though windchimes sounded perpetually above the rush of the surf.
How I would love to spend several months there, writing, painting, and photographing the seasonal changes.
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