Overcast skies cut down on the beach crowd yesterday, but I didn’t expect a “painter” to be the lone person on the sand. To be fair, there was one painter in the beach parking lot in his SUV. I’ve tried water colors in the past, concentrating on clowns–I don’t take myself seriously, But I’ve never tried going public with my limited talent. However, to be alone in a beautiful place like the beach facing Point Lobos, is a win-win, regardless of what art is produced. Hats off to solo painters on the sand.
The life message here is not to be restricted by what other people might think. 
The recent 25th Annual Carmel Art Festival was held outside in a park and at an adjoining street. A number of items were sculptures that I had viewed in the past through a gallery window. I didn’t go in. But in the park the overcast day gave this ballet dancer shadows and added intensity missing inside a store. Art is often in the eye of the beholder. Maybe this piece captures the pain that dancers go through to be the best. I’d prefer something with a softer edge..and free; i.e., something that Anne made.
The path ahead contains some obstacles, but with care it is passable. The magical redwoods still stand. I had expected more damage from the aftermath of a forest fire that had blackened over 312,000 acres of the Big Sur area, but in the end, it continues to be one of California’s great natural jewels.
The moment that the outstretched arms of these hikers paralleled the slope of the hill in the background, there was a photographic connection, if not an emotional one. Shot taken at California’s Point Lobos, a state park.
Here’s a photo that captures why sometimes I “feel old.” I was hiking, one step at a time, up a rocky trail when a woman ran by. By the time I got my camera out, she had stopped well ahead of me. I used to run up rocky trails…but she couldn’t hear me..
We had a rare late May rain yesterday. Took photo of the remaining raindrops on a loropetalum shrub.