The weather near my house is like an ugly duckling. Usually gray and foggy, no one appreciates the breathtaking views through the mist, but when it's finally time to shine, it really does. I was drawn outside on my day off yesterday, and almost couldn't control where my legs (and car) took me.
Not even 10 minutes from my door, I was greeted by rolling hills, endless unbroken coastline, and crisp, clean air. The entrance to preserved wetlands introduced me to scenic trails that I never knew existed right in my backyard.
looking forward, an easy paved trail. ...the hills are alive...
looking the opposite direction...no, really, i mean it.
Really?! Just 10 minutes away?! Yeeeeaaah....and usually shrouded in fog. It's funny how you can pass right by something day after day and not even notice how great it is, till the one day it practically slaps you in the forehead.
A change in perspective is a must for all creative folk- writers, designers, musicians, and artists all do it. I felt like such a tourist in my own hometown- but consoled myself by thinking myself such an
artiste! Haha.
narrow path between the land and sea
i think i found myself a nice (but barren) picnic spot...
mmm....a good place for little lucca's...
I took a brisk walk, filled my lungs with crisp ocean air, and wandered around without any thoughts, worries, fears, or plans, and just let the wind and sun clear my mind.
Then proceeded to fill my tummy with some clam chowder, french fries, and a bloody mary while taking in a bit more of the view. Not very nutritious, I know...but I think all of the food groups are represented...!
Shhh....there's something about SF beaches that are just so much more refreshing and cleansing than LA ones... I always feel a bit drained after a day at the beach in SoCal...but don't tell em I said that...