A quiet marina filled with boats rests under a clear blue sky.
A sailor statue, frozen in time, shares a melting kiss at sunset.
Readying themselves for the next serve, the Cardinal form up under the lights.
An asymmetrical tower rises above the palm trees to grab at the deep blue sky.
Textured paper cups wait at the ready for a thirsty customer.
Sticks and semicircles keep the persistent sun just out of view.
A singular flag ruffles in the warm embrace of a SoCal wind.
Flowers, trees, grass, and brush reach to kiss the late afternoon air.
The sun carves houses and the clouds apart.
Animals lie quietly around the hay at a peaceful dusk.
A solemn red barn born right out of a fairy tale creaks from age.
Peering into the lush green, a bench awaits its next guest.
A couple of cumulonimbus clouds disguised as unassuming alpacas.
Inky tears cascade down the Californian sky–an avant-garde postcard from the beach.
A man-made redwood perch for a finch sinks into an oaky web of arms.
Milk-dunked light blinks through the abyss of the cave.
Cherishing the quiet with you–a scene illuminated by the dripping evening light and a present nostalgia that glows with an ache in my heart.
Arches of brick and stone curve up towards the light–an infinite path I am glad to be utterly lost within.
Swelling hearts, aching vocal chords, embracing spotlights: this is the last hurrah.