Coast of Dreams
The Cliffs of La Jolla: my absolute favorite spot in California, and where my mind goes when people ask what I miss most about the Golden State. I think even Ron Swanson would make an exception for a tear or two upon dining in nature's "Meat Tornado." Here I present an interpretive scene made from a labor of love and hours of patience on location and in Photoshop. I captured a variety of elements over time and carefully painted them into one composition.
If there's one image from my collection that I would print large FOR MYSELF, it would be this one because it always takes me back to a good place. It's the type of scene I imagined encountering while driving out west when moving from Miami: California Dreamin' as the Mamas and Papas would sing many times on the journey.
The cliffs, worn by countless ages, cradle this place in a timeless embrace as if the world were holding its breath, slowing everything so we squishy humans can properly savor every magical sunset. There's a stillness here I'll never have the words for. The air, rich with salt, and the songs of waves and sea lions create a soothing stillness in the heart, whispering, calling out to the weary, the lost, the ones who've had enough: enough of the FOMO, enough of the algorithms, enough of the Goddamned "real world" and all its twisted horrors. It invites you to cast it all aside like a torn muddy cloak down to its last thread. Just a few feet from the edge of where I stood to take this photo, you feel something deep in your bones, something primal and wild, a madness that pulls a man to the sea, not to conquer it, but to be willingly consumed by it hoping to land on the other side of Valinor, where all the scars of this world are smoothed over, and not even a Nozgul's blade can kill your spirit.
But here, there’s no Elven magic, no mythic destination—just the raw, brutal beauty of the Pacific sacking the California Coastline time and time again. Paragliders float aimlessly like angels - in the light of gold and blood - with the kind of unfiltered freedom that might be beyond mankind's skill to handle responsibly. But it's enough. More than enough. The wind in your face, the sound of the waves crashing below, it’s all a reminder that not everything is broken. There’s still something pure out there, something that hasn’t been tainted by greed, fear, or the slow rot of civilization.
So you stay. you stay long after you've gotten all the shots needed. It's about more than photography now. The light fades from the world, and here on the edge of everything, the ghosts from your past don't seem so close, and the future is as wide open as the Pacific before you.
The print depicts the golden light of the setting sun reflecting off the water as paragliders soar above the coastline, creating a scene of adventure and tranquility. Perfect for those who love coastal views, water sports, and the beauty of sunset. It's the perfect addition to heal a weary heart or renew a sense of purpose.
The Cliffs of La Jolla: my absolute favorite spot in California, and where my mind goes when people ask what I miss most about the Golden State. I think even Ron Swanson would make an exception for a tear or two upon dining in nature's "Meat Tornado." Here I present an interpretive scene made from a labor of love and hours of patience on location and in Photoshop. I captured a variety of elements over time and carefully painted them into one composition.
If there's one image from my collection that I would print large FOR MYSELF, it would be this one because it always takes me back to a good place. It's the type of scene I imagined encountering while driving out west when moving from Miami: California Dreamin' as the Mamas and Papas would sing many times on the journey.
The cliffs, worn by countless ages, cradle this place in a timeless embrace as if the world were holding its breath, slowing everything so we squishy humans can properly savor every magical sunset. There's a stillness here I'll never have the words for. The air, rich with salt, and the songs of waves and sea lions create a soothing stillness in the heart, whispering, calling out to the weary, the lost, the ones who've had enough: enough of the FOMO, enough of the algorithms, enough of the Goddamned "real world" and all its twisted horrors. It invites you to cast it all aside like a torn muddy cloak down to its last thread. Just a few feet from the edge of where I stood to take this photo, you feel something deep in your bones, something primal and wild, a madness that pulls a man to the sea, not to conquer it, but to be willingly consumed by it hoping to land on the other side of Valinor, where all the scars of this world are smoothed over, and not even a Nozgul's blade can kill your spirit.
But here, there’s no Elven magic, no mythic destination—just the raw, brutal beauty of the Pacific sacking the California Coastline time and time again. Paragliders float aimlessly like angels - in the light of gold and blood - with the kind of unfiltered freedom that might be beyond mankind's skill to handle responsibly. But it's enough. More than enough. The wind in your face, the sound of the waves crashing below, it’s all a reminder that not everything is broken. There’s still something pure out there, something that hasn’t been tainted by greed, fear, or the slow rot of civilization.
So you stay. you stay long after you've gotten all the shots needed. It's about more than photography now. The light fades from the world, and here on the edge of everything, the ghosts from your past don't seem so close, and the future is as wide open as the Pacific before you.
The print depicts the golden light of the setting sun reflecting off the water as paragliders soar above the coastline, creating a scene of adventure and tranquility. Perfect for those who love coastal views, water sports, and the beauty of sunset. It's the perfect addition to heal a weary heart or renew a sense of purpose.
The Cliffs of La Jolla: my absolute favorite spot in California, and where my mind goes when people ask what I miss most about the Golden State. I think even Ron Swanson would make an exception for a tear or two upon dining in nature's "Meat Tornado." Here I present an interpretive scene made from a labor of love and hours of patience on location and in Photoshop. I captured a variety of elements over time and carefully painted them into one composition.
If there's one image from my collection that I would print large FOR MYSELF, it would be this one because it always takes me back to a good place. It's the type of scene I imagined encountering while driving out west when moving from Miami: California Dreamin' as the Mamas and Papas would sing many times on the journey.
The cliffs, worn by countless ages, cradle this place in a timeless embrace as if the world were holding its breath, slowing everything so we squishy humans can properly savor every magical sunset. There's a stillness here I'll never have the words for. The air, rich with salt, and the songs of waves and sea lions create a soothing stillness in the heart, whispering, calling out to the weary, the lost, the ones who've had enough: enough of the FOMO, enough of the algorithms, enough of the Goddamned "real world" and all its twisted horrors. It invites you to cast it all aside like a torn muddy cloak down to its last thread. Just a few feet from the edge of where I stood to take this photo, you feel something deep in your bones, something primal and wild, a madness that pulls a man to the sea, not to conquer it, but to be willingly consumed by it hoping to land on the other side of Valinor, where all the scars of this world are smoothed over, and not even a Nozgul's blade can kill your spirit.
But here, there’s no Elven magic, no mythic destination—just the raw, brutal beauty of the Pacific sacking the California Coastline time and time again. Paragliders float aimlessly like angels - in the light of gold and blood - with the kind of unfiltered freedom that might be beyond mankind's skill to handle responsibly. But it's enough. More than enough. The wind in your face, the sound of the waves crashing below, it’s all a reminder that not everything is broken. There’s still something pure out there, something that hasn’t been tainted by greed, fear, or the slow rot of civilization.
So you stay. you stay long after you've gotten all the shots needed. It's about more than photography now. The light fades from the world, and here on the edge of everything, the ghosts from your past don't seem so close, and the future is as wide open as the Pacific before you.
The print depicts the golden light of the setting sun reflecting off the water as paragliders soar above the coastline, creating a scene of adventure and tranquility. Perfect for those who love coastal views, water sports, and the beauty of sunset. It's the perfect addition to heal a weary heart or renew a sense of purpose.
