Whether by artist's easel with canvas and paints, or the shutter of digital imagery captured and stored, the view of the Highway 1 becomes an historical mark in the memory of hundreds today.  Just three miles from our destination my own camera comes out to photograph an afternoon stroll in the meadow alongside the road.  This proud buck shows no interest in the excited lady skipping along the fence line to keep up with his pace. I never want to take these moments for granted!  Nature's trail and man's, parallel.    

Driving down the Highway 1 on a classic June afternoon, being a "tourist". Condor glide overhead, not hesitating for the camera to focus. Not even AWARE of the camera or its operator. Surfers and sea lions sharing the same waves, voices sounding alike rising the distance 1000 feet above the scene. Warmth of the sunshine blending with the cool ocean breezes, satisfying the flesh and the spirit. The Pacific Ocean is not angry today. It gently rocks and rises beneath the kelp beds. Miles out on the horizon the ocean and sky softly touch each other barely defining their separation.

I realize from this day I am receiving the inspiration, encouragement, and peace I am seeking.