corina rose

quiet wind, smokey skies & salty air

tawny grass, stretched like fur over ancient mountain bones 

cool retreats of ocean & forest

16 bison. 1 white-faced dog. too many whales to count.

My guy and I recently made the 6-ish-hour journey to Big Sur from where we live in Southern California.

The hills were greener than I've seen in some time and it felt so special to get to see the hills in such a state of lush, vibrant health. Our time spent there was short but exceptionally sweet, and although there was no way I could've capture on film all of the awesome beauty that we witnessed, I'm happy to have caught a few moments to share.

To see the full photo dump, head over to my travel page. 

We had the good fortune of staying on the private property of a gracious family friend, who also happens to be a prominent artist and long-time fixture within the Big Sur community. His home and work studio are converted horse stables dating back nearly a century. To step inside of each is to know that you are somewhere special. 

Our first evening was spent hiking the canyon behind our 'campsite', which led back into the redwoods and zigzagged upward, leading to the crest of a hillside overlooking the ocean and the remains of a historic homestead that was once there.