Some images convey to me a sense of the unknown. Some mysterious feeling of the space beyond words. Do you get any such experience from this?
1136 Shadows
2015/10/04
2015/10/02
Homeward
We paused the drive from Big Sur back to Tripp in SLO many times, and this is one of the more colorful spots nearing San Simeon.
0891 Big Sur Colors
Before long we were flying across the arid rolling hills of Santa Maria Valley where dancing water had once carved now parched dry creeks.
0958 Moist Memories
Soon we crested the mountains near familiar Lizard’s Mouth where the little “Witch’s Hat” cave caught the shifting colors of a sun settling into drowsy stillness.
1027 Witch’s Hat
We were back in the spell of our charming little city sprawled below as lights already began to twinkle where sun had already departed. Enchanting as every journey is, there’s no place like home.
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2015/09/22
Baby Love
Took my baby to Big Sur. Well, flew her to San Luis Obispo then drove Big Sur in a rental car to a fancy hotel in Monterey. Along the way we stopped at some favorite spots and I took her on a surprise detour to Asilomar Beach where she danced a sunset delight. The next day driving back to SLO she kindly posed for this.
0704 Big Sur Baby
Even though we’ve driven and flown this coast so many times, we’re already talking about going back. This time the focus was on celebration more than exploration.
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2015/09/19
Coast Colors
Sometimes the colors along our coast are just breathtaking, like the blue in this wave fan shape around Rincon dotted with surfers.
0372 Rincon Fan
Other times we see very different colors, like the Andree Clark Bird Refuge where drought has turned the water toward some strange palette. To me there are notes of pink, purple, salmon and others. When we drove by it on that same day there were birds diving for fish. Maybe out of habit?
0395 Unknown Colors
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2015/09/17
Silent Roar
Old airports are fascinating to me, because they evoke the presence of the past. SBA has a spiffy new airline terminal and many recent upgrades, yet here and there are remnants of the past. Like these two hangars left over from WWII when top gun pilots prepared to fight with the Corsair, one of our best aircraft of that conflict. Looking at these derelict hangars you can almost smell oily exhaust, and in the silence hear the distant echo of a giant radial engine’s defiant roar.
9980 Fading Memories
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John & Anne Wiley 
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