September 20, 2014
Bird Rock, CA
High tide, and decent breaks.
The Band: The Weight
Take a load off.
In 2013, I spent Labor Day weekend with friends in Pawleys Island, a magical stretch of the South Carolina coast, located between Charleston and Myrtle Beach.
It was a simple four days. We woke up early, watched the sun rise out of the ocean, bought groceries from the local Piggly Wiggly, cooked all our meals, and did yoga on the roof of our beach house. Days were spent swimming in the ocean, and dreaming and reading under a big umbrella. Evenings were spent cooking, watching movies, and having long talks over too many s’mores about everything and nothing.
Looking back at these photos, I remember some moments very clearly: the sense of awe I felt seeing large oak trees covered in Spanish moss for the first time; early morning rays reflected on the water; the heavy embrace of humidity so thick that I imagined slicing into the air as if it were a layer cake; chess pie from my friend Josh’s family’s bakery; eating cheese straws while riding in the back of a golf cart; Marigny poaching eggs for all of us one morning; dancing in the water; and understanding why Pat Conroy made South Carolina the setting of nearly every novel he wrote.
More than anything else though, I remember that weekend as a time spent with friends that reinforced so much good in my life that I couldn’t help but feel grateful for everything - the good and the bad - that led up to it.
September 7, 2014
San Diego, CA
The weather may not vary much in southern California, but the sunsets are consistent only in that they are breathtakingly beautiful every single day.
That element of tragedy which lies in the very fact of frequency, has not yet wrought itself into the coarse emotion of mankind; and perhaps our frames could hardly bear much of it. If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.George Eliot, Middlemarch