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.
The Sun spent the afternoon both on stage and in the dressing room. Often, it would pull the curtains back just enough to paint the Earth and Ocean with its beams. It's hard to say if the airplanes had a front row seat or if we did down on the ground, but it appeared there wasn't a bad one to be found!
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.
"Yeah, I know there's a ball floating right next to me, but I'm already in the water, so why don't you throw me another?"
It was fitting that I would come across a golden retriever on my way back to the road. If sunsets were an animal, I believe they would be golden retreivers. Sunrises, on the other hand, would be yellow labs.
The next stop, Princeton, was open for business. The Half Moon Bay Brewery had people sitting outside around fires, and across the street, Barbara's Fishtrap had people lined up outside waiting to order. I crossed the street to get a view of where I had just come from. Mavericks Beach on the far left side of that land mass in the distance.
I'm not sure who was enjoying the sunset more, the kayaker or the birds?
This wave was a bonding experience for these two surfers.
These two decided to part ways.
Perfect day for a sunset surf!
Also, the perfect time to be done with a sunset surf.
After a dazzling performance over the past hour, the Sun kept its date with the Ocean.
Whether on two legs, four legs, wing tip or bike tires, we all made our way towards home, the long, long night not far behind.
