
La Jolla never disappoints: the white of the waves mimics the clouds; the ambiguous reflections; the brightness of just part of the sky, with that piercing blue, almost aching blue, reflected back into the white foam of the waves; the metallic glint on the shallows and the blurring of the horizon. Everything I love about light, sand, water, and sky.
I’ve spent many hours in La Jolla, but have never seen all you see. A gentle reminder again to truly look and see.
And we probably all see it differently. It pleases me that it pleases you!