I am having a lot of fun with my digital SLR camera. It is hard to take a bad picture in La Jolla. I shoot with a Nikon 60D and enjoy taking pictures of landscapes and other outdoor activities that I can also relate to. Part of the intent of this blog is to share some of my photos online.
Living in La Jolla is like living in a bubble. The weather is warmer, waves are better, the ocean is more enticing, and I can fully enjoy all my hobbies. It takes effort to leave a happy bubble and that is why the summer of 2010 will be remembered as the good times in La Jolla, because I hardly ever left. Give me my beach cruzer, a surf board, a fishing pole/spear gun, and a BBQ and I am a happy man.
My Dad is a college graduate. After getting me and my sister thorough school, my Dad was compelled to go back to university and finish his college degree. We are now a family of college graduates. The graduation was in the City of Orange where we have some family roots. After the graduation ceremony we visited the old family house on Shafer street, which is now a historic building.
Happy 29th b-day, have an ice cream cone. I definitely feel like I am growing up because my wild party days are getting fewer and far between. My 29th b-day was no exception with an exciting day with little kids, BBQing, and ice cream cones. Actually, the ice cream cone photo is from a few days after my b-day at the San Diego zoo where I got dressed up in my Jimmy Johnson shirt and pretended to be a tourist with a bunch of tourists.
Fields of gold is more than just a Sting song. The central coast hills stretching from Tehachapi to Mojave come alive in the spring with the annual California Poppy bloom. Antelope Valley is where the most ridiculous poppy blooms occur. This was my first time seeing this phenomenon for myself and it took my breath away. Fields of gold are another reason why I love California.
Driving north on I-5 you can't miss the ranunculus flower fields in Carlsbad. In the spring the field blooms in a kaleidoscope of colors. I have driven by this local attraction countless times and have never stopped until today.
All the hills are green in San Diego. The heavy rains from this past winter have transitioned into green hills and wildflowers along the coast. The walk down to Blacks beach is as pretty as it gets. Too bad the surf is small. I am still waiting for the first south swell of the season.