Tag:California
Pismo Surfer was taken from the pier at Pismo Beach. I am not a surfer. I’m a lousy swimmer at the best of times so I’d admire these people that go out and ride the waves. Especially in the cold, early hours of a fall day. I’d love to know why the surfers congregated on both sides of the pier. I could only see a few further afield. I’d have thought surfing by the pier would have risked a collision […]
There comes a time driving either north or south on California Route 1 where you round a bend and Morro Rock just slaps you in the face. It’s unavoidable. The rock itself is a volcanic plug, the remnant of the neck of a volcano. In 1769, a Spanish explorer, Juan Crespi, noted in his diary that “we saw a great rock in the form of a round morro”. According to Google Translate ‘morro’ means ‘nose’ (or ‘snout’ according to my […]
Actually a tad north of Corallina Cove, sunset on the California coast. Corallina Bay is actually behind the people on the bluff left of frame but is the closest named feature to these bluffs in the Montana de Oro State Park. It’s a great place to just listen to the waves rolling in and crashing against the bluffs. The trails are easy walking but along the bluffs themselves you need to be careful as you get closer to the edge. […]
Bixby Bridge is one of those must stop locations on California Route 1. About 12 miles south of Carmel or 10-ish miles north of Big Sur it’s well worth the excursion to catch the sunset. The goal had been to capture the scene at twilight but just as British Rail used to complain about the wrong type of snow, we had the wrong type of clouds for what we really wanted. Maybe next time.
There were eight in our group – waiting for the sunrise at the Stovepipe Wells Sand Dunes in Death Valley National Park. The aim had been to capture a starburst as the sun peeked over the Funeral Mountains of the Amargosa Range. The dunes are at their firmest at dawn and the breeze over night has erased most of the footprints from the day before. Get there first and you have pristine dunes to capture. Get there second and there […]
Shortly before I visited the Racetrack Playa for the first time, the mystery of the moving stones had been solved – ice, apparently. Thanks to the flat tire we had encountered at Teakettle Junction, we were behind schedule when we arrived and the sun had already dropped below the peaks of the Last Chance Range to our west. From our spot at the southern end of the Racetrack Playa the photo below shows the playa and Grandstand in shadow with […]
