The other day we were planning a trip to Hawaii, and P mockingly said "why do we need to go on a vacation when we live HERE?!" He likes to point out how beautiful California is ever since he moved out here from NY in an effort to mock how much my dad and I praise it. (Most days, my dad quips "Just another beautiful day in paradise!" ... it's even documented on a family home video circa 1988) But really, what is there not to love? So at first when P implied we don't need to go on vacation, I dismissed it without too much thought. But lately, it has been EXCEPTIONALLY nice here. I mean, pretty, clear skies, bright blue ocean, vibrant green hills, blooming flowers, temperatures in the mid-70s and a nice, calm breeze. It feels like the best of summer, but it's only March, and it's still snowing in some parts of the country!
So I started thinking ... vacation in California?! I mean, a lot of people do it, and I love it here, but this is HOME. When I go on a trip, I have an itinerary ready for every day I am there to make sure that I can see every sight the locale has to offer, camera in hand to record it all. Yet I drive up one of the most beautiful stretches of coastline in the country every day, and I have never taken a picture of it. In fact, I I hardly ever take my camera out with me in LA. It's not that I equate enjoying a place with taking a lot of pictures, but I am going to start bringing my camera with me more so that I remember how beautiful it is here, you know ... in case I ever live anywhere but paradise.
Here are a few pictures of foggy-Malibu-at-dusk
And a few I took a while ago:
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