Oceans apart…
‘Stop the world, I wanna get off’ we say when we need a bit of space to breathe, to pull our thoughts and heads together.
For me that space has always been best found at the beach. Any beach will do, preferably the closest to wherever I am at the time.
On the day beginning an epic across-the-world trip, (yep…that one not quite so long ago yet), and staring down the barrel of a couple of long haul trips to kick it off, it was that kind of space I found myself in desperate need.
There’s only so many times you can pack, repack and check your already well packed bags. Only so many times you can check their weight. Sometimes getting out of the house and stepping away from it all is the wisest thing to do.
An hour or so later my head was clear, my thoughts untangled, and with my breathing back to normal I could step back into the world ready to tackle whatever might come along again.
Fast forward a week a some days or so, on the other side of the world, I felt the call of the beach again, for an entirely different reason. This time I just wanted to go paddle my feet in an entirely different ocean - the North Pacific Ocean, and only because it was right there where I was.
Driving on the zigging, twisting and aptly named Panoramic Highway we passed through Muir Woods, winding along the steep landscape till we finally reached Stinson Beach. It was again like stepping off the world in this idyllic little seaside town where time seemed to slow, the noise of the outside world quieten, and fade into the background.
A perfect opportunity to wander along the pebble speckled beach and through its gentle but freezing waters. Refreshing and soothing, washing away the dustiness of my travels. Time stood still for a bit.
Refreshed and re-centered, we headed back to San Francisco, ready to tackle our last night in the City by the Bay, and my last night’s shoot in this city with the bridge that had captured my heart :)
