Saturday we went to a meetup of the San Francisco Bay Area flickr group down in Davenport, which is a tiny town a bit north of Santa Cruz. We got there an hour late but found them easily because there aren’t a whole lot of places a group twice the size of the town’s population can hide.
I didn’t take many photos, which is okay, I was really just there for the ocean. I could happily spend the rest of my life on California’s coast [incidentally, this best guidebook EVER]. It was 70° out when we left Oakland and about that when we got to the coast, I had on a 3/4 vintage jacket on that I had to take off because I was sweating.
We stood on top of a bluff like video stars, then spent awhile looking down a crumbling cliff at an inaccessible beach. We tightrope walked on the railroad, stopped by a lighthouse [where they have a hostel with private rooms, highly recommended!], then watched sunset at the tafoni tidepools at Pebble Beach [there are about 80 Pebble Beaches in California, this one is near Pescadero; the one you’re probably familiar is an hour or so south in Carmel]. So of course I have a sunset photo for you. Because you cannot get enough.
Chad took tons of photos [though he’ll probably never go through them or post them, so you will just have to imagine]. I took a couple of him, this is him shooting and the dress I am wearing, which belongs to my friend Jen. It is the Target Rodarte mustard crepe and mesh dress, and I do not intend to return it because it is so, so, so cute.
I also finally got a shot of the scarflet I made Chad for Christmas. I used a rugged thick slate wool, it is very manly! and a grey vintage German glass button that has some geometric trangulations on it, and I think the whole thing looks a little TNG, which is perfect because my boyfriend is the world’s biggest little Star Trek fan.
Here’s one of Chad’s photos [I went through and pulled out the ones of me, that is all you wanted to see anyway, right]. It is also of the sunset, and me. The temperature dropped like a rock in tandem with the sun, so most of the dress is covered by my half-dozen layers so you cannot see its glory but whatever. You can look it up online if you really care. I think it’s a pretty lovely photo.
Bonus cliché shooting each other photos: