I recently took a drive down iconic Highway 1 with friend and fellow blogger Jyo, of Cuppajyo, to spend a few hours experimenting with my camera and some lace, on an overcast, but somehow warm, spring day. I was expecting a beach like any other, something akin to the endlessly monotonous miles of coastline that the historic highway follows, a typical Norcal mixture of rocky bluffs, intense waves, red-tipped and rubbery ice plants…and lots of wind. To our surprise, sheltered between two towering cliffs was a small stretch of sand separated from the beach by a stagnant lagoon. For once, a beach that had something more to offer than the incessant and very real fear of drowning (if you haven’t experienced a Norcal beach, you honestly won’t understand)!
Jyo and I didn’t bother with the salty wrath of the ocean, instead opting to splash around in the icy freshwater that was trickling down from the mountains above us. My time spent shooting in aggressive waves (which taught me the careful art of balancing my camera above my head) made this little lagoon a relaxing affair. So Jyo submerged herself to her waist and we got to it.
Jyo has the warmest smile and gets to showcase it plenty on her blog; however, this was her first time shooting in a darker, sultrier vein. With a few laughs along the way, she quickly adapted to my vision as we got shot after shot, working quickly and expertly before her toes turned numb, using the lagoon and its surrounding cliffs as our backdrop. Thoroughly soaked and sandy, we ended the day with a quick Starbucks run to warm up and plan our next adventure.
I couldn't stay consistent, so I'm leaving you with a single color photograph: