Drew in Malibu

So driving to Malibu is actually way quicker than biking. Obviously I knew this but experiencing it was something else.

“Hey, here’s the hill where I realized, ‘Huh, this isn’t gonna be fun’ and started to die on,” I told Drew as we reached the first hill I biked up. Yes, I’d just been to Malibu but I was so awestruck by it that I knew I had to visit it at least once more before I left. And yes, driving, as a matter of fact, is way quicker than biking.

After passing about 26 parking spots, Drew finally parked Bugaboo (shes drives a VW Bug). We decided to hit the Point Dume Trail first, and quickly realized that it would be more impressive at sunset, so we retreated to the beach. It was very sunny day, perfect for tanning and burning (I did the tanning…Drew wasn’t so lucky).

Every new place I visit seems to turn into my favorite place to be. For a while, it was Venice Beach, then Santa Monica, and now Malibu. There’s just something about traveling to new places that really gets to me. I’m not exactly sure what it is, but I can’t ever get tired of it. Drew and I ended up taking a walk on the beach and I remember, amid all the fuss of people, thinking how peaceful it all was. I’m not sure what it was, but I knew I could get used to it.

Later in the day, we packed up our stuff and went back up to Point Dume to take some shots. Golden hour is always and might always be my favorite time of day to shoot. I strive for a warm, yellow/orange look in my photos and this lighting creates it majestically. We captured some amazing shots and then set upon the top and watched the sunset. I was so engrossed in being in that moment that I didn’t take a single picture of the setting sun.

I’ve been doing a lot more and being in the moment. Sometimes, my brain will nudge me and tell me to take a picture and other time it will completely forget and push it off to the side. Sometimes there’s moments that don’t need to be captured, and with the experiences that I’m having, this is certainly true. I can tell you that this was one of the most beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen. We were situated up perhaps 120 feet on a large outcrop, sitting on a large rock, with sand and shrubs surrounding us from the front. The entire shoreline was visible as the sun set over mountains way off in the distance. A handful of people wearing white shirts disembarked from a white jeep and ran on the beach, holding canisters that were blowing red, white and blue smoke.

But you’ll have to use your imagination to picture the rest.

Parting shot:

Next blog: southern USA, vibes galore and a Vespa.