It’s been quite a while since I went out for a shoot. Almost 3 months to be exact. It’s not that I feel burned out or anything like that, I just simply decided to take a break from lugging my camera around and instead decided to try and catch up on the hundreds (if not thousands) or photos that I have yet to process. Admittedly it was rather refreshing not having to go out and fight through L.A. traffic just to try and make sunset. Even if there were clouds in the sky, I just didn’t feel right trying to force a shoot. After all, unless I’m travelling outside of the city, I probably would have shot the same scene with a similar composition as any of my previous shots. Not that that’s a bad thing, but considering how many shots from in and around the city I have waiting for me on my hard drives, I just opted to stay home and relax. But a couple of days ago, I finally got the itch to get back out and shoot. Sky was average, but in any case, I felt like heading out somewhere.
So after some thought, I found myself standing high above the Santa Monica Mountains in Malibu. And what I saw when I was up there was like something that came out of my dreams. The mountains we have here in Southern California aren’t too high when compared to other states, but they were high enough to get above the clouds. I was in total awe of the scenery. The mountain ranges seemed to stretch on forever into the distance, and the clouds were slowly overcoming the land and spilling over the peaks, almost like how the ocean washes over the rocks on a beach. I fell in love with the view and I can honestly say that I’ll return there again soon. With or without a camera.
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