Convict Lake. California. December 2018

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Convict Lake holds a lot of memories for me. I've come to sit at its shore many times throughout the years, during good times, and not so good times. This visit was on a evening during a particularly difficult winter for me, feelings of loneliness ran high. Driving south towards Los Angeles, I was drawn to the lake to watch the colors change as the sun set. The clouds whispered to me the possibility of a colorful show, but I sat there until dark and it didn't come to fruition. It was freezing. The lake was as still as glass. I sat there, toes almost touching the water, and photographed the slowly darkening scene in front of me. It made me forget about whatever was troubling me, taking in the quiet stoicism of the granite peaks and crystal clear water. The beautiful scene was mirroring beauty right back. I didn't have a single negative thought for the remainder of the drive. There's some sort of magic in these mountains.

Malibu. California. October 2019

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This image reminds me of a still from a movie. I guess this whole day was sort of like a movie. Road trip with a scruffy haired boy up the California coast, windows down, music turned up. It was a week into the fall season but it was warm like mid-summer. I had just returned to LA three weeks before, still nursing a broken leg but now meandering around with one crutch. I was worried about the sand. walking on it and getting it on my boot. I need to learn not to worry so much. That evening's sunset seemed to last forever. Driving back into town, we stopped on a bluff and watched the beachgoers below, moving with the incoming tide. I didn't want this day to end.