Big Sur has scores of postcard perfect “private” beaches if you can reach them. In most cases these areas are perfect because they are never used by humans.
I roamed around the country in a VW bug in September 1971 after my honorable discharge from the Army. It wasn’t until I reached Big Sur and one of these private beaches that I was able to relax and think about the future. They were short thoughts led by the notion that “now I’ve reached a spot where I am alone and can think about what comes next.” At that very moment a sea gull glided by–just a few feet from me. I reached for my camera and took a shot in an era where film had to be processed. It would be a month before I saw my capture. Now I see sea gulls everyday. And, I live near this private beach although, frankly, I don’t know if it is the same one where I decided to build a darkroom.
Somewhere in a box there is this first sea gull photo. Maybe I’ll find it some day.