1. California Poppy
2. finding higher ground
3. Big Sur river
4. sea level
5. Highway 1
6. tree hugger
7. home away from home
8. bride, groom and a vintage police car
9. on the road again
10. birthday spud
There were many events that went on over the weekend, not the least of which was the wedding of one of my best friends. Thursday afternoon, Scott and I left San Diego and headed to Big Sur to do a photo shoot for a new project I’m working on for Roxy.
I love the central coast; beautiful wildflower fields roll all the way down the hills to the water and streams slide through valleys filled with redwood trees. Whenever we go there, I feel this overwhelming sense of calm. You can barely get the internet and it’d be hard for anyone to find you. Camping reminds me of escaping to my secret fort as a child. It’s somewhere I can retreat to, to reflect on the things in my life that happen away from that haven and try to gain a new perspective on them.
I had two decisions to make by Sunday. I thought about them all week and was constantly in limbo about what I should do since both decisions had good and bad outcomes. But you know what? I knew what I should do from the start and I just wasn’t listening to myself because I kept thinking I would come up with this perfect plan. Standing next to the Big Sur river it was suddenly so clear to me that sometimes there just isn’t an ideal conclusion. Once I recognized that, I made the decisions and moved on. You have to do what you know is right for you, not what’s right for someone else.
On Friday, after a bike ride to the beach, we packed up the (excess) baggage we brought and headed to San Jose for the start of Nicole’s big moment. The rehearsal dinner was warm and personal. The ceremony was elegant and meaningful. The reception was sentimental and intimate. Nicole looked beautiful and happy. So far I have known her (now) husband Mike to be a quiet and funny guy with good work ethic, a warm smile and eyes only for Nicole. During the wedding, I could see how much he deeply loved his partner, honored her and will stand behind her for life. I felt really at peace knowing he is going to take care of my friend.
On the way home, we dropped by my sister in law Kristen’s birthday bash at a campsite in Malibu. We were exhausted, but Kristen had enough energy for everyone. Her enthusiasm for life was contagious, as always.
I’m writing this from the passenger seat of the car on Sunday night. I smell like a camp fire. It was a great weekend spent with those we love in places that make us happy, but I’m so glad to almost be home.
I hope you had a good weekend, too!
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