This was taken at La Guancha beach and park in Ponce…in the middle of the night. Only a couple of people were around in cars, but no one was on the beach. It was quiet, peaceful, calm. While the camera was hard at work with the long exposures, it was nice to just relax and take in the incredible view of stars and clouds streaking across the sky.
Los gatos en Puerto Rico son preciosos! As someone who comes from a culture where we lock up our animals all day and leash them to allow them outside for a mere few minutes compared to the time they spend indoors, I love the way most cats and dogs are free in Puerto Rico. Not just Puerto Rico, but many many cultures. Yes, there is the debate for public health, but this is really just laziness and the community not wanting to care for these animals. My thoughts. Let’s remember that we are the ones that made the world unsanitary with our whole civilization thing. We are the ones who introduced garbage and disease to nature. We are the problem and the invasion, not the cats. Just sayin 🙂
There is a strong community in San Juan that cares for these animals. This is what they need, not a prison. How would you like to be locked up all day inside when your instincts are telling you to run, hunt, and play with others? No, instead you become depressed on the couch, kinda just like your owner after he/she comes home from work…and how would you like the only time you get to be outside to have a noose around your neck and someone constantly tugging on it? I would certainly not like that.
These cats/los gatos are so friendly! They will come up and say hi, they are curious about you, and are even happier if you respond and engage with them or even feed them (probably what they are looking for). I saw this one playing with an Iguana, who couldn’t be bothered and probably wanted to just take a nap and then climbed up a tree to rid himself/herself of the nuisance. The cat was so free and happy, it was such a stunning sight.
Dogs, the same! Yes, there are some that die, but that’s the circle of life. There are more than die because of our hand in things, in messing with nature, than those that die of natural causes.
Hola, Bienvenidos a X Here X There y a Californie! My American patriots, excuse me, I have Spanish and French on the mind 🙂 I am learning these so I do not sound like an idiot when I go to Spain and France. I will probably still sound like an idiot, but less so than if I knew nothing 🙂
If I could sum up California in one photo, it would be this one. I know this leaves my others to risk of secondary placement if I want to tell a story of place, but’s that’s fine. This is it. The quintessential California shot of the surfer on the path to the beach, the path cracked and dry like so much of the landscape in the summer. This was early in the evening on the PCH, and on the way to San Francisco. It was magical as the sun had peeked out through the cloud cover that was there for most of the day to shine on that very path, and that very surfer. Beautiful, no?
There is something very romantic about fog, perhaps it’s the mystery, the unknown. Too much of it though can wear easily. The entire time driving up the PCH from LA to SF, it was covered in fog.
This photo is from the “Big Sur” section of the PCH and specifically in the Julia Pfiffer State Park. Boy, was it beautiful!! We had slept in the car the night before because there was no cheap place to stay on the way. It was actually really awesome, we stopped at this small resort hotel that was wayy too expensive for us, but they had this little trinket market shop next to it where we purchased some water, beer, and ramen. They had a microwave where they let us cook everything. Once we had our very healthy dinner, we pick-nicked in the car in the hotel parking lot, raised a bottle to a fabulous road-trip so far, and curled up in our sleeping bags. Early the next morning found us driving through this place, where we stopped and checked out one of the most famous views on the PCH. It was stunning and it was just us.
This is a pretty amazing memory, one I could never forget about, even if I tried. Camping on the edge of the grand canyon and waking up for the sunrise. A spectacular sunrise!
There was a fire the night before, and because not enough warm things were brought, there was a second fire…around midnight. Everything was incredibly dry, so unlike my native New England, where all seems to be perpetually wet, things started crackling in a hot second. pun intended. The trees nearby were wet down as there was fear of lighting the whole grand canyon on fire – that would not be cool. That didn’t happen, but you can never be too safe…with fire…and trees.
So, due to lack of sleep as it was so frigid and excitement to see the show of the morning, I walked over to the edge at the cusp of dawn and waited to greet the most beautiful galactic being of which humans are aware (to date!). There was something so magical about that feeling, sitting on what seemed like the edge of the world, watching the colors come alive around the canyon little by little until it was like a full blown bonfire. As the sun peeked over the horizon, the rock that line the canyon walls started to glow. The jagged ridges of the canyon casted shadows over the lower bits but themselves shone in pure glorious sunshine. The sky was a perfect mix or all different shades of red, orange, yellow, pink, magenta. It was ethereal. And no one else was there…
No photographers, no hikers.
No line of tripods. Just us. I had a friend who came with me and brought his ukulele and played a few things as we watched the sun rise. Talk about a moment. He handed the mini guitar to me and I plucked a few strings before giving it back and proceeding to take a few pictures.
I wasn’t sure if I was on earth at that point or in some sort of dream dimension. That place, at that time, we were part of the landscape, part of the spectacle. We were the sun, the rocks, the winds. I experienced everything as it was in the moment. I heard this quote recently…
Some people go to church and think about fishing…others go fishing and think of God
Well, this moment, I was thinking about that, the universe, all those things. I felt more connected to a spirituality in that moment than I ever did at church. I think I could adapt that quote into something about photography or camping/hiking. After all, fishing is quite like photography in a way. They can both be meditative and peaceful, a way to relax and be in nature. Photos don’t bother fish though…but fishing doesn’t involve electronics…I think the answer here is – shoot film! Anyways, here are some pretty pictures now…
Rocks on fire!
Always gotta have a fire circle 🙂