I set out on my bike this evening, new camera slung across my back, to photograph the hawks that hunt on the grass by the airport runway. I almost didn't stop to photograph this one on HWY 1, because I thought I knew what I was looking for and where I would find it. Fortunately, I did stop, because this was the last hawk I saw on my ride.
Instead of hawks, when I got to the airport, I saw what looked like WW2 era airplanes taking off. It was clear that these pilots were on a mission, and for the next hour or so, they would photobomb wherever I was shooting.
Next, I headed to Mavericks Beach hoping to find fun ways to capture Moon, Sun and animal reflections on the water. The Sun will continue to set farther south for another four weeks. Each day the shadows stretch in a slightly different way.
Arriving at Mavericks was like showing up at the symphony. The seabirds sung the string parts, and the waves crashed like cymbals on the rocks. The lighting was even on point, but I didn't stick around, because there was still too much to see before the Sun showed up for its daily date with the Ocean.