I was born in the redwoods of Santa Cruz. I live in LA. My heart is stuck halfway between in Big Sur. It’s a place that never leaves my thoughts. In any quiet moment, Big Sur finds a way into my awareness. It wouldn’t be much of an overstatement to say that all I ever really want is to be outside in Big Sur.
In fact, my only real ambition is to buy like 100 acres along the cliffs halfway between Ragged Point and Carmel to create a secret hippie vegan artist commune that only the cool people know about.
Until then, though, I try to get out there as often as possible, driving up and spending a night or two in Cambria on the south, Monterey on the north, or camping in the wilderness and taking 24 hours to do nothing but search for condors (still haven’t found one…) or terrorize the hermit crabs in the tide pools.
I just found a bunch of photos I’ve taken on such trips that I rotate through as desktop wallpapers to remind me of Big Sur, and I thought I’d share them with you.
Click on an image to open the full-res download: