A photo Journal is like the magic of telling stories through pictures, where photography and journalism dance together beautifully. It mainly captures what’s happening now and the stories that make us human.

This is were we begin, as we capture history at Lover’s Point where art meets marine science in Monterey, behind the iconic view at Lover’s Point in Pacific Grove, featuring Dorothy Fowler’s bronze statue, Stanford’s Hopkins Marine Station, and the Monterey Bay Aquarium.
A peaceful, moody view of a tranquil Monterey Bay
The tranquil shoreline meets soft, rolling Pacific waves under the afternoon sky. In a distance, wind-swept ancient cypress trees stand guard along the rugged California coastline.
At the shoreline public parks, it’s easy to sit and mesmerize. Just imagine a deep canyon the size of the Grand Canyon, at the tip of my toes, underneath the Monterey Bay.

Misty Morning Serenity at Monterey Bay
At Monterey Beach, kayakers get ready for a long excursion starting at the crack of dawn, where the calm water glistens as the morning sun rises, and a light, hazy fog pierces through the cypress trees, creating an aura reminiscent of a classic 1950s mystery movie.

In the foreground, a sillouette of three mesmerized visitors gaze up, glaring at an illuminating light show of life at the marine sanctuary on Cannery Row. The blue shades and values glow at the Monterey Bay’s community tank.

This underwater photograph captures a massive school of shimmering sardines creating synchronized displays with a halation of darting Pacific bluefin tuna, a gliding pelagic stingray, and a gentle teal green sea turtle.

The reflecting lights guide me in wander through the Monterey Bay Light show, where I had a chance to look eye to eye at a sea otter staring at me. The luminous jellyfish paced with me as I gaze at the brightly lit sardines, tuna, and sea turtles, flow with a hypnotic pace that you just wish to flow with them.

At Pacific Grove there’s a massive boulder about a hundred feet out in the water, with crashing waves that display a rainbow-like mists, close to Point Pinos. Little did I know growing up, this image of an iconic boulder would be featured at the intro of the TV show “Big Little Lies.”

Moss Landing
My mind wondered with colors dispersing before my eyes across the Monterey Bay towards Moss Landing. As I day dreamed, I was taken back to the days watching my father fish. Remembering the humpback whale that breach right before our eyes.
What a vision, the rainbow splashed from its’ torso. Not to mention the scary sea lions in numbers and shore birds appearing a few feet away grabbing my father’s fish. Theatrics by the sea with shiny colors reflected everywhere. Imagine, thousands of shore birds flying above the dunes and wetlands.

Monterey
Back on the Monterey Peninsula Recreation Trail, a novel for a book continues in my mind with words and pictures, that align with my photo journals of abstract art. Lively waves swirl with the sand creating patterns that make you look twice for the after-imagines.

I was captivated by a stunning wave-kissed rocky shore, at the Monterey Peninsula tip, complete with breathtaking sandy dunes.

In a heartbeat as the cormorants gather, the crashing waves and rocks are covered in a hazy mist.

I suddenly found myself walking towards the old Del Monte Forest,

Lost under the skies and clouds that formed images of people’s faces.

Standing there frozen between the wind swept cypress trees, my heart kept pounding, it’s guiding me to be lost in a tapestry of inspiration.

Carmel
Carmel City Beach where friendly pets sniff my sandy toes, invited me to sit and watch them play with the other dogs.

Surprisingly, today, my walk through this area was fun, just like the dogs playing in the beach here.

As I turn a corner in Carmel, I follow a road down about seventeen steps to Carmel State Beach, photo journaling the sun through the luminous waves.

I’m ready to drive to Point Lobos State Reserve, where there are fresh ideas for another inspiring light project.
Looking on the Coastal Trail here, there’s a seamless merge of land and water creating an imaginary haze. Plus, the sun casts all sorts of rainbow-like patterns on everything on the ground, which is ever-changing.

Point Lobos
Upon exiting the beach, I snapped some photos north and south of the teal-blue horizon below.

At Point Lobos there’s a brilliant red light show at China Grove at Sunset. The illumination opens our minds with the depth of the ocean of imaginary resonance of the calm.

The Whalers Cabin at Point Lobos
Did you know that Point Lobos State Natural Reserve is home to one of the only two remaining native Monterey Cypress forests on Earth? Or that its famous Whalers Cabin sits on a foundation supported by actual whale vertebrae?

Deeper into the mysterious Point Lobos, I came across a windswept cypress tree that framed the everlasting history that intrigued the indigenous and the predecessors, and their secrets.
Cypress Grove Trail
One of only two naturally occurring Monterey Cypress forests left on Earth. Features dramatic ocean cliffs and orange lace lichen
After a brief walk breathing the fresh air, I took a short drive through Highway One, and glanced at the scenery from the shoulder, heading to Garrapata State Park.

Afterwards, I head to Big Sur, where Bixby Bridge is approaching, where we pass by another scene that look like the scene in the intro of “Big Little Lies.”

Bixby Bridge at Night
While at a rocky mouth of Bixby Creek, I suddenly got lost on a dusty, rough Old Coast Road. Carefully I maneuver through the unpaved coastal hills and valleys, and then, with a dramatic finish, I’m back to the coast!
In an instant, I made my way down to the Big Sur River, taking a moment to wander along the shore, slopes, and ridges of Andrew Molera State Park. I figured this would be the ideal spot to jot down my thoughts in the car. Moreover, a safe distance from the crowd of people and the possibility of mountain lions or snakes. Afterwards, I continue my drive on Highway One and stop at Pfeiffer Big Sur State Park, where I set up camp enjoying the serenity..

I’m about to head back on Highway One, when suddenly I see a peak that I think’s perfect for California’s Coastal Trail Blazers. Located beyond a coastal range where the Ventana Wilderness reaches its highest point, crossing Cone Peak. This peak is the highest on California’s coastline, standing at just over five thousand feet.

In addition, it’s high enough and scenic enough to be worth a visit, located beyond a coastal ridge. Most interesting is how the lower route of Big Sur offers a highway-shoulder alternative. And when these routes intersect, they provide a 27-mile stretch of coastal Monterey County to explore, including Doud Creek, which is filled with Calle Lillies. But not this year, someone vandalized the area. So the flowers are destroyed.

Continuing south on Highway One, beams of light streamed through the majestic tall trees along the roadside. As we can see, there’s lovely beams of light through the tall Cypress trees from the afternoon sun, filtered by shades that let you know you’re in Big Sur.

Upon arrival at Pfeiffer Beach, where the huge boulder-like tower that everyone loves photographing at sunset sits — like between crashing waves, beach and wavy trails of purple marbling on the sand. Right below my bare feet — freezing masterpieces.

Thunderous crashing waves, was sort of like a Philip Glass arrangement, as if they were choreographed. I got a peek through the keyhole where the winter sun sparkled.
I only took a few close up shots, before more people arrive. Eventually I was ready to leave driving south, for a quick walk at Julia Pfeiffer’s McWay Falls, to soak in the sights and sounds. That teal is so unreal. But it’s real.


Finally, I passed through the tiny town of Gorda. In minutes, I turned into Kirk Creek Campground, mesmerized as I checked in. It’s time to search for my spot, next to a beach fifty feet below. Looking down are the crashing waves of the Pacific Ocean. So this is where I rest. I lie on my back half-asleep, staring above at millions bright stars that lit up the whole campground.

The morning began with the gentle sound of a raccoon rummaging through a garbage can, heralding the dawn of a new adventure. As I strolled along Willow Creek, the glimmering waters captivated my senses, guiding me toward the ocean.

The sight of a solitary fisherman perched precariously on a towering boulder amid the crashing waves evoked a mixture of awe and apprehension.
Search for Salmon Creek

After a fruitless search for jade at Jade Beach, I continued southward to capture the breathtaking waterfall visible from Highway One at Salmon Creek, its soothing cascade resonating beautifully in the tranquil setting. My journey concluded with a reflective drive home, where the setting sun painted the sky in vibrant hues.
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