Let's start with California. California is a blessed place to me of late. It is another side of this continent. It is so far away. And therein lies its beauty. It is so far away and it looks so different and life is different from the east. I can't say I love everything about California, but I do love its geography. Mountainous. Gorgeous, meandering roads you seem like you could go on forever. As soon as you leave San Francisco and head north or south, you can become lost in all that surrounds you. Shit, even in that city, you can become mesmerized by the hills alone; its architecture. It is unlike anywhere out here.
I guess it begins with a sky like that that is unheard of on the east coast at this time of year. Those weird, ink sunset colors and soft clouds don't really come around here until the summer.
Expanse and clarity. Forever horizon, even though this is just San Jose. Shit, it is immense. It is huge. It is sky and beyond that it is sky and sun.
Now we have to deal with the beauty of ornate San Fran. It truly is one of the most beautiful cities I have ever steeped foot in. There are moments after moment when you just look around you and say.....wow, this is a gorgeous place.
This says what it says...
And then it is north, really fucking north. Notice how many people are behind the Bernsteins in this photo? Nada. Zip. The landscape is its own. The Pacific Ocean and nary a soul to be found. Bliss.
Just beauty.......sky, branches.
and you're far as fuck when you see this:
Super odd though because I got this: