Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The Hidden Coast

     California is known for its abundant natural beauty, bustling cities, and unique cultural blend. Some of the Golden State's more remote locations, however, offer a glimpse of a California that is often talked about, occasionally filmed, but rarely seen. Big Sur and the Central Coast give visitors a look at California's Hidden Coast.
"The Bixby Canyon Bridge"
     When speaking of the Central Coast, a common question refers to Big Sur: What is it? The best way to describe Big Sur is as a region, a stretch of the Pacific Coast Highway reaching from Morro Bay in the south to Carmel in the north. Although there is a township with the same name, its borders are not clearly defined, and it mostly consists of a few restaurants and a gas station. The Big Sur region is inaccessible from any route other than Highway 1, and this may be one of the most windy segments of the famed PCH. The drive is harrowing for those prone to motion sickness, but the reward is an astounding 70 miles or so of completely unspoiled coastline, full of breath-taking views of turquoise blue and emerald green waters waters crashing into the rocky cliffs.
China Cove
     When we reached the northern end of Big Sur, just a few miles south of Carmel, we decided to stop and walk around Point Lobos State Park. I can safely say that it's the most beautiful place I've ever been in California. The park is filled with coastal walking trails, and is also known for some of the best snorkeling and scuba diving in the state. If you're able to visit, be sure to stop by jade-green China Cove.
Hearst Castle's Roman Pool
      Hearst Castle is worthwhile strictly for the novelty of the visit. A testament to the dangerous combination of insanity and wealth, seeing the artifacts brought from every age and culture really is interesting. Some of the architectural features are truly striking; my personal favorite was Hearst's indoor swimming room, known as the Roman Pool.
Morro Rock
     Morro Bay is known to some as the "Gibraltar of the Pacific." A large monolith juts out of the bay, creating a natural barrier between the small town and the sea. A quaint little city, Morro Bay presents an eclectic mix of operating fisheries and commercial businesses, galleries featuring local art, and an assortment of tourist traps of every nature. It's a ton of fun. We spent the day by renting a boat and touring around the bay in the morning, and moseying around the piers in the afternoon. Since it's only about 20 miles north of San Luis Obispo, Morro Bay makes an excellent and relaxing day trip for those visiting the area.
"Devotion" Inside the Mission SLO
     San Luis Obispo is a great town. The downtown, which features a river-walk, centers around the Mission Plaza. On Thursday nights, a "farmers market" springs up on Higuera Street, although it contains more vendors of pre-made food and wares than actual fruits and vegetables. The Mission San Luis Obispo, which sits in the heart of the city, makes for an interesting morning or afternoon. The Missions always intrigue me, and I make a point to visit them. Symbols of the mixture of religious goals and political desire, the California Missions are definitely an interesting piece of history. Be sure to walk through the gardens, and capture some of the stunning views of the mountains to the east.
     Pismo Beach is absolutely insane. As the only public beach in California on which you can legally drive motor vehicles, it isn't what you may expect. An odd assortment of red-necks and hippies and plenty of something in-between, Pismo Beach is definitely interesting. Be warned, however: driving in the sand isn't simple. After we were towed out by the kindness of strangers for the 3rd time, we were informed that it is necessary to deflate your tires. The heavy traffic on the beach itself can make for much confusion and chaos. However, beyond a short fence on the beach, lie the dunes. Despite my expectations, these became one of the highlights of my trip down the central coast.
     The Pismo dunes are the exact opposite of what you expect to find at a California beach, which is probably why they were featured as the set of Francis Coppola's "The Ten Commandments." They certainly would look more at home in Egypt. As I was asking for some tips about the dunes from a local, he said "Be careful to not go in too far, it's easy to get lost in there." Something in my eye must have told him that I wasn't one to be concerned for that sort of thing. Grabbing an extra bottle of water, I promptly headed as deep into the dunes as I could. On my way to the center of the dunes, I met up with a few middle-school aged kids riding body boards and cardboard sheets down the dunes. As locals, they said that this was one of their favorite things to do on the weekends. After about 45 minutes of trying to find the ocean again, I realized that I was lost. Pulling out my cell phone, I saw the ever so ominous "No Service" bar. It was wonderful. An unexpected, actual adventure. No people in sight from the top of my solitary sand-hill, no sounds except the very distant whistle of the wind blowing shapes through the dunes. It struck me then that this is what California is about. It's about being alone on top of a sand dune, as much as it is about being packed like a sardine into a subway in San Francisco. It's about driving up the coast on a rainy day, and stopping to gaze at the ocean any way as much as it is about zooming through the busy streets of Los Angeles. After a few hours of wondering along, I heard again the distant roar of the ocean and the freeway again, and I noticed a few bars of signal appear on my phone. I was back from my 3 hour tour of solitude, back to bustling Pismo Beach. I guess that it's things like this that make me love California, the Golden State.
The Pismo Dunes
    
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Thursday, January 3, 2013

A Lack of Color

Over winter break, I had the opportunity to go out and shoot some of my favorite local spots. I ended up shooting quite a bit of Black and White, and thought that it'd be appropriate to open the New Year with some of my favorite shots from the end of 2012 and the beginning of 2013.

"Hidden Chinatown" A women working in Chinatown's Golden Gate Fortune Cookie Factory

Oakland's Cathedral of Christ the Light
The interior of the Cathedral of Christ the Light

The Bay Bridge at night

St. Peter's and St. Paul's in North Beach

"Down Paradise Alley" A natural double exposure

Fire Escapes

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Photo Favorites 2012

Well, 2012 is almost come to a close. It's been a fantastic and eventful year for me, with travel through Mexico, China, as well as several parts of the US. I'm eager to see what's in store for me in this coming year, and if you get the chance, check out my fundraising campaign to send me to Cambodia this summer! In no particular order, here are my personal favorite photos from 2012:
"Changing China" The Canton Tower at night in Guangzhou.

"Old St. Paul's" The Cathedral of St. Paul, MN


"When the hurlyburly's done, when the battle's lost and won."-Macbeth

"That Starlit Beacon" the Pigeon Point Lighthouse at night


"Fading Act" a man in Guangzhou demonstrates the disappearing art of Cantonese Finger Painting
"Temple Park" A man paints with water outside the Temple of Heaven in Beijing

"Peking's Secret" A maintenance bicycle parked in Beijing's Temple of Heaven

"Will You Help Them?" A girl at an orphanage in Northern Mexico
My "Wall Project" Check back a few posts to read all about it!

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Pigeon Point Lighthouse

      On a lonely stretch of California's Highway 1 between Half Moon Bay and Santa Cruz sits the Pigeon Point Lighthouse and Hostel. The rustic structure nestles into the windswept shore. Ice plant drapes down the cliffs, forming natural curtains to the coastal bluffs. As a resident, I can say that California didn't get it's reputation for nothing; it truly is a beautiful state.
"Nothing is but what is not"-Macbeth
West Coast Sunset
      Pigeon Point, still a working lighthouse, was built in 1872. In the 1960s, the Keeper's Quarters were converted into a hostel, which is currently managed by the non-profit group Hostelling International. Although amenities are few and the location is remote, the hostel provides guests with an unrivaled experience. Nearly every window has dramatic ocean-views. A deck wraps around the lighthouse grounds, extending out beyond the point and providing guests and visitors alike an unrivaled view. Beds can be obtained for as little as $26US, and the lighthouse grounds are managed by the State Park system, so you can visit for just a day.
Old Coast
     It was nice to have some time out of town. Even though I was only around 1-1/2 Hours away from my home in the suburban Greater SF Bay Area, it felt worlds away. My time was spent exploring the tide pools at the foot of the bluff, walking along the pristine beach, and sitting outside on the deck with my camera and ukulele. After sunset, I walked to the end of the point to try some long exposure shots of the lighthouse. The beams sent out from the structure seemed half-ghostly, illuminating white-capped waves for fractions of seconds. The ocean at night has to be one of the most terrifying and beautiful things humans can experience. I say experience, because it's more than something you watch. You hear it's roaring rhythms, you feel it's rumbling tones beneath your feet, and you see the tops of the waters glisten with starlight. The sea will never cease to amaze me.
     Pigeon Point Lighthouse and Hostel is a relic of old California. The uninhabited coast line, rusty light tower, and "surfer" feel of the hostel all contribute to a sense of nostalgia. The only visible man-made light aside from the lighthouse and the occasional stray ship, pours over the mountains from Silicon Valley. I'm glad places like this are still here. During my stay, I learned of another lighthouse/hostel only 20 miles up the coast, that I hope to stay in sometime soon. Even though it may be a relic of an old California, it's definitely not a dead California. Pigeon Point's beacon may be beaming for a while yet, calling to travelers from all four corners of the globe, inviting them to come in and watch the West Coast Sunset.
That Starlit Beacon

Friday, October 12, 2012

Neutral Density Filter

"My Ocean and Me"

     I love long exposure photographs. Something about how light can form trails and shapes, ocean waves can become placid ponds, and skies can gain a sense of hyper-realistic color and geometry makes me want to go out and shoot every night into the early hours of the morning. As a student, however,(especially one with a provisional motorcycle license, meaning I can't drive after dark) shooting at night is a rare treat. I still wanted to be able to get long exposures, preferably upwards of 5", but be able to do it without eating into my ever shrinking supply of sleep. After a quick buzz around Google, I came up with what seemed like a perfect solution: A Neutral Density Filter. I picked one up on Amazon, and took it out for a spin in Santa Cruz this week. I was more than impressed. Not only did the filter allow for me to preform longer exposures, but it also created a very dreamy feeling gray, with a heightened contrast, when at about half strength. I loved using this filter, and thought some of the results may be worth sharing. I hope you enjoy.

Gateway to the Sea 



Calafia's State
Land's End


Seastones
"When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won." -Macbeth




Sunday, September 9, 2012

Minneapolis/St. Paul

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      After my sojourn in China, I had a brief 10 day period of rest at home in California. When planning out my summer, I had thought that 10 days would be more than enough time to catch up with friends, sleep, and decent vegetarian food before flying out again- I was wrong. Still slightly battered and weary, I showed up at the San Francisco Airport. To say the least, I could have been more gracious to the security staff. It was a red-eye flight, after all.
      As the plane approached Minneapolis, I opened up my window. A black anvil of a cloud loomed over the city, and the sunrise shown behind it. The edges of the cloud were tinged with every hue of the rainbow, and I realized that the cloud itself was lighting up. Every 20 seconds or so, the cloud would illuminate itself, and the thunder roared outside the plane. I was seated next to a teenage tourist from Wisconsin, who was no where near as enthusiastic as I about the happenings outside our window. The plane broke into the cloud, and the lightning shown all through the panes. The lakes of the city echoed the colors of the sky, and the Mississippi ran, hurtling into to the storm.
      I was visiting family in Minnesota. I've spent about half of my life up in Duluth, a city about 3 hours north of the Minneapolis/St. Paul area, on the North Shore of Lake Superior. The cultural differences experienced between California and Minnesota may be more subtle than that of international travel, but believe me, they're there. For someone who grew up in Minnesota, particularly a rural northern city, it's interesting to observe the funny little things people do differently. Especially the accents, as well as the general manner of speech. Although I love to poke fun at my relatives' funny accents, my friends from California still laugh at my own- especially when saying certain words, such as “bag” and “couch” or pretty much anything with a long vowel sound in the center.
"Minneapolis Moon" The city as seen from Target Field
      Minneapolis and St. Paul are both very clean, modern cities. They are collectively known as the Twin Cities, or for anyone living within a 200 mile radius, as simply “The Cities.” A few years ago, the Minneapolis Metro Lightrail was put into place, although public transportation is still very limited. The Lightrail currently only serves a small strip of Downtown Minneapolis, but is being extended to portions of St. Paul as well. Downtown infrastructure of both the cities is new, however, small. Collectively, the Twin Cities Metro region is less than 4 million. After seeing some of the Chinese cities, San Francisco felt small, let alone Minneapolis and St. Paul.
The Minneapolis Metro
The most famous attraction for the area is the Mall of America, which is truly impressive. A vaster temple of consumerism could hardly be imagined. The prices are surprisingly competitive, and it is pretty fantastic to have an aquarium, mall, and full sized theme park in one building. When it comes right down to it, though, it's a mall. A really big mall.
      Downtown Minneapolis is known for it's nightlife, and consists of bars and clubs, as well as upscale designer shops. The SkyWay system provides several blocks worth of comfortable walking, even in the chill of winter. The aged Metrodome, and mondern Target Field and Target Center remind you that Minnesotans are serious about their sports. All of downtown Minneapolis is plastered with banners for the respective Football, Baseball, Hockey, and Basketball teams. With such a dedicated fan base, it really is a shame they don't have a single winning team.

The Landmark Center
St. Paul's Cathedral
      Downtown St. Paul is one of the area's hidden gems: it gets no where near the attention of it's larger sibling. The Landmark Center is a large, gothic building in the middle of downtown St. Paul. It contrasts starkly with the glass and iron of a modern city-center. It was built to showcase the Federal Government's presence in Minnesota, shortly after the territory attained statehood. It also acted as an FBI outpost during prohibition and the mobster era, as the Twin Cities were used as a refuge fromChicago's tightening police force. Today, the Landmark Center is full of art museums, and used as an exhibition hall. A few blocks away, the Minnesota Science Museum watches over the Mississippi. The stone Cathedral looks down from it's hill, a stoic guard to rest of the city.
The Alleys of St. Paul


      St. Paul's Cathedral, the entity from which the city derives it's name, is an impressive edifice. It towers from it's hill over downtown, it's spires reaching to Heaven. Inside, frescoes and shrines decorate the halls, and sea-blue stained glass covers the domed ceiling. The beauty of the Cathedral is something unexpected. The shadows of saints and of the Crucifix filled the silent building. Tours must be taken with a guide, who is a volunteer member of the congregation. Our guide was very clear that building was built as an act of Worship, that the art was to express the artists' love for God.
      St. Paul and Minneapolis are nice cities. They show true potential to develop into a major city-center, and serve as a hub for economics, art, and culture in an area which is very lacking of all three. Their push towards modernization shows that they desire this outcome- there are even plans to build a high-speed train connecting St. Paul with my hometown, Duluth; this would be only the 2nd high-speed train in the United States. Minnesota has long held the mold of rotten small towns, funny accents, dive bars, and lack of any knowledge of culture that isn't Nordic. The signs of change however, are beginning to appear. It looks like if the United States is going to finally make the changes necessary to become a modern nation, it's going to start in the middle.
                                                             
 

Sunday, August 26, 2012

The Wall Project

      The Earth is smaller now than it has ever been in years past. With each travel innovation and technological upgrade, the globe shrinks. Friends and family may be traveling on continents far from home, while you explore distant lands. Miles disappear as planes and trains grow ever faster, and worldwide communication becomes increasingly more advanced.
      For a recent trip to China, I wanted to explore the principle of a journey being more a thought process during travel, rather than the physical movement of time and space.
     Knowing that I have a very well-traveled group of friends, I decided to try an experiment, which was eventually dubbed "The Wall Project." The idea behind The Wall Project was simple: Collect souvenirs, trinkets and currency from as many countries as possible and photograph them on China's most famous site — the Great Wall. The project would emphasize the fluidity of global culture, and bring mementoes of travels past — my own, and those of friends and loved ones, which toyed with the concept of a journey being more psychological than physical.
        With the help of Facebook, I was able to collect 17 trinkets, from every corner of the globe. The nations represented were Mexico, Haiti, the Cayman Islands, the Bahamas, Poland, Cambodia, Peru, the Philippines, Ireland, Kenya, India, Equatorial Guinea, Brazil, South Africa, Greece, Thailand and Hong Kong.
     Loading everything up into my backpack, we boarded a crowded bus leaving downtown Beijing, headed toward the section of the Great Wall known as Mutianyu.
The bus reminded me of my project: Seated behind us was an Australian man and his Japanese girlfriend; in the row of chairs across from theirs sat two elderly Jewish businessmen, who were in front of a Canadian-American couple, and a woman traveling with her parents from Singapore. A triad of French women took up the rear. Each traveler was there for a different reason, each with a different story.
     Somehow, from the 7 billion human beings spread across the six continents, 20 people from the far reaches of the planet had all ended up together on the same crazy bus headed toward the Great Wall of China. "My bus is something large in my mind. It is a cosmic bus holding sparks and back firing into the Milky Way and turning the corner of Betelgeuse without a hand signal." — John Steinbeck
     The pollution-induced haze was heavy as we caught our first glimpse of the Wall — a black silhouette against a sky, which had become a sheet of dull, throbbing light. The first step onto the Great Wall is ethereal — the feeling that your foot is touching something ancient, something solid enough to withstand a millenia of batterings from Mammon and Nature alike.
     After hiking along to the first watchtower, I decided to set up my trinkets for the first few shots. Grabbing a wrought-iron butterfly I picked up while in Haiti, I savored the irony of it. As I set up a carved-stone hippo on the battlement of the wall, I thought of the friend who had bought it in Kenya, and how it would have been a little over a year before that she was in an African market, purchasing that stone hippo. I tried to find the best way to make a South African armband appear in the photograph. Each trinket carried with it a unique story. Each trinket carried with it ghosts of past adventures. And each trinket carried with it the hope of a future journey.

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