For Real This Time; In A Garden, Awakened...

The last post was last year on July 4th. Oy vey. 

This time I promise to post more, after feeling especially inspired upon purchasing a new digital camera: the Fujifilm X-T2. Still trying to figure out the nuances of it and use it more. Saving for a better lens too...

I've gotten the chance to test it out on various trips as of late: Vasquez Rocks for a Jam in the Van event, hiking to the Deep Creek Hot Springs, shooting a music video on a Malibu beach, hiking around Ascot Hills and Laguna Beach and most recently--just the other day in fact--a sublime trip to the Huntington Botanical Gardens in Pasadena. An endlessly beautiful place that I highly recommend checking out (all photos below shot at the gardens).

Please do come back and take a gander at this blog section. As frequently as your mindless work breaks allow!

I've recently been using this meditation app called "Headspace" (which I also highly recommend) and currently, I'm working through the 30-session "Creativity" pack. After finding the "creative spark" within ourselves and visualizing its ceaseless expansion outwards, beyond the body and into the world and universe, there's come a point where lovable Andy instructs the user to write or doodle something 2-3 times a day, without thinking too much--without purpose or self-consciousness. Looking back at the scribblings isn't recommended: the idea is to just dump it on the page in that present moment and let it be. 

So instead of carrying a journal and pen around with me, my goal is to post a photograph or two in this blog on a consistent basis, accompanied by a possibly/but-probably-not related written thought or feeling. 

 

 

 

Big Sur Camping

For an all-too-brief 36 hours, I finally got to see Big Sur in all it's beauty this past weekend. I had only driven that winding Highway 1 road once before, in the dark, on a desperate and dilerious mission to Monterey Bay and San Francisco many years ago...

Lo and behold, I finally got to see the coastline. The days were sunny and clear and the night was shockingly mild. Here we were in late November, encircled around a crackling fire in nothing but flannels, switching out sips of Fireball Whiskey and Bud Light. Chloe the Dog sniffled and snuffled between our legs, inspecting the countless foreign forest smells as thoroughly as her leash would allow. Camping is truly the potluck of living: everyone brings a piece of equipment, chips in some food scraps here, offers up positivity and laughter there and before you know it, it's an experiential feast; a purer sense of Being.

We encountered many things, but not limited to: a surly convenience store clerk, torn between pulling pins off a board to satiate my curiosity and ringing out a befuddled woman for her pumped gas; mossy forests, green and quiet, adjacent to pristine beaches that stretched far and wide below suspended bridges; hundreds of beached elephant seals doing the darnedest things; and open shorelines, filled with glassy and polished stones, where Dog and Man could run together, untethered, waves lapping at naked feet. 

More photographs will follow, but for now, here is a link to some phone snaps I took: http://bit.ly/1I8TTm8

A short week welcomes me back, and as I fit in work with Jam in the Van and my internship at Chris McPherson's studio, I must also pack up and prepare for Wednesday, when fifteen of us depart for Friendsgiving and cabin life near Bass Lake and Yosemite, where good food and snow await. Many photographs will surely trickle out into the world from this pending trip: a most joyous time...#getyourasstobass!