La Jolla

A couple weeks ago I was able to play with my camera on the beach in La Jolla. It's been a while since I've done much picture taking and this morning reminded me how much I love the weight of the camera in my hand, the sound of the shutter clicking and seeing only a slice of the world at a time through the viewfinder. The mist was barely lifting as I began and it gave those first pictures such a mysterious/melancholy feel.

I loved how the waves would rush into this crevice, then shoot powerfully into the air.

The water in the tide pools was so clean and clear, you could easily see the tiny crabs swimming around.

Somebody forgot to tell the seagulls they are supposed to be afraid of people. This guy was happy to pose for a portrait.

I was amazed when I came to an area with a ton of sea lions lounging on the shoreline. There was one in particular that caught my attention. Every time the wave would rush toward him, he would lift his head high in the air so his head wouldn't get wet.

Then I came upon these strange creatures who were also lounging around. Group nap? Nope, they were actually doing yoga.