I've officially moved to Colorado in the Durango area for the time being, and could not be happier. The great blessing is that I fly back to California all the time to cover weddings, so I will be able to visit California a ton...which needless to say is awesome. Plus, that goes towards my goal of offering photography services from around the globe, be it Africa or the United States.
The following I wrote my last sunset in California sitting on amazing Montana De Oro .
Goodbye California
Montana De Oro is a sedative calming a weary soul. As I lay upon sun drenched rocks generous in their basking warmth, I listen the continuous crashing of waves over hardened rock leading to the subtle applause of water sifting its way through scattered pebbles, and with it, washes away my worries back to sea with the tides of yesterday.
This is my last week in California, and my last rendezvous to hear the coming and going of the Pacific tide as I please. With just a few miles of twisting pavement stretching between the golden hills of Paso Robles and the scattered shores of Los Osos, I can arrive at an endless stretch of vast ocean. I find rest upon these shores, my comfort in these waves, and my tranquility in the tides of a welcoming beach.
Yet there is an unfamiliar feeling as I prepare to leave this place, as I am not heartbroken or sad. For I am exchanging the humble calm of the ocean for towering mountains capped in deposited winter snow still clinging with dignity to the hillsides of summer in Colorado. The triumphant call of eagles will now sing over me and replace the song of gulls and pelicans. The breeze through outstretched Aspens will be substituted for the subtle sound of applause of tide and rock colliding.
The unending coastal horizon, which on a palette of sea and sky paints its nightly masterpiece, will yield to the beautiful architecture of pine scaffolding stretching towards the skies with blazing sunsets turning them into beautiful silhouettes. The smell of salt, sand, and tide-pool will evaporate to yield fall’s turning of leaves on luscious grasses.
And as I view the choreographed ballet of sea lions and otters, I take with me the masterpieces pained for my memory today, and so take it with me to the scenes of Colorado.
For I no longer see a sorrowful goodbye, for the ocean offers tears of plenty, but instead a beautiful welcoming to the majesty of the Rockies where I shall find a field of competing blades of grass swaying in mid-western wind to write new words upon my canvas. And as I lay in a bed of prairies, I shall look to my right and be amazed by the royal giants of the Rockies, beckoning me to find rest and tranquility yet again in its welcoming arms.
And as I lay, Skies as vast as the sea will sing me to sleep with glimmering bed-time stories. Star by star, stretched across the Milky Way, will calm my heart once again and sing my soul to silent sleep.
Hello Colorado.
