California 1, Part 3
On Tuesday I got to spend more time with an old friend of mine: the California 1. Contrarily to what one could assume (or at least to what I assumed), the State Route 1 does
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California Dreamin’ (is not the song you are looking for)
Social media abounds with posts tagged #californiadreamin. Santa Monica sunsets, Downtown dusks, lazy afternoons in Melrose, crisps brunches at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Malibu. San Diego. There, you are California Dreaming’. And if you have
CRASH: A Drone Story
I had not done video with the drone for a couple of months. Sure, I did take quite a few drone photographs lately, but nothing involving flight patterns where you are so focused on what
La Couleur Locale
This is a small study into the colors of Los Angeles. When you think of Los Angeles, and Coastal Southern California, you think of a warm mix of yellow, turquoise, purple and blue. And, basically,
Euphoria
Euphoria signifies a “a feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness.” This word kept coming back to me as I climbed the Josephine Peak trail this morning, and as I walked down. You will understand me, because this is what
Coyotes are liquid (…and other things I learnt as I waited for the Sun to rise at Griffith Observatory)
On Sunday morning I was out and about pretty early, and I was to pick up a Polaroid from a friend in Silver Lake at nine, so I decided to make the most out of
Into the Night
Yesterday night that gorgeous sunset drew me and my drone out. I had my safety beacon on so I lingered above my house a little longer, because I could not take my eyes off this.
California 1, Part 2
The road after Monterey was new and exciting to me. Every panel and exit sign looked like a page from Steinbeck’s novels. Monterey, Cannery Row, Salinas, Moss Landing, Santa Cruz. The land I drove through
California 1, Part 1
As a teenager, I loved travel literature. I was an eclectic reader, enjoying everything from the philosophy of travel that Bruce Chatwin would sketch in his Moleskine notebooks, to the hilarious adventures told by Bill
Friday Morning Mood
I biked to my Friday breakfast burrito at Joe’s, so I could detour by the Pier on my way home. It’s not a heroic feat, but it did take a little motivation to ride my