Jessi and I headed up for a quick and silly shoot at Badlands Park on top of the hills above South Laguna. It's a prehistoric beach with a view of the entire coastline, and offers a pretty unique landscape with its brushy bushes and white beach sand. It's one of my favorite spots in OC. We had a lot of fun with the cottony SoCal snow in the bushes and climbing trees, but we were both in strange moods and ended up heading back early to prepare for a night of Christmas Hospitality in Laguna.  

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With Jessi's graduation from FIDM rapidly approaching (yay!), she decided we needed to reinstate our weekly photo shoots to get her blog up and rocking and rolling again. I needed the same kick to get myself shooting and posting again, so we (in our typically and infuriatingly indecisive manner) planned a very unspecific adventure for last friday. We threw around ideas and narrowed it down to ghost towns off the 15, the Salton Sea, or a mountain drive to Julian

Day of, we made our last minute decision and headed southeast to Julian with Mahi in the backseat. We drove beautiful winding roads and watched my car's thermometer drop to 45 before arriving in the 19th century gold mining town, which looked just so. Cows and horses wandered hilly fields under golden fall trees. There was a soda fountain, a pie shop complete with in-window chef, and an abundance of antique shops and quaint restaurants. We were in love. We wandered the misty Main Street, took photos in foggy meadows, warmed our bodies (and souls) with fresh, hot apple cider, and planned out our future life there. The word "picturesque" comes to mind but doesn't do it justice. Two hours from home we felt worlds away. 

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Seeing Green

After a 3-month hiatus from this blog while Michael and I were busy doing this, I am back in the US and finally had a chance to do some more... well... domestic exploration. Just because it had been too long, I made the drive up to San Francisco last weekend to see old friends and revisit my college stomping grounds. The moment I saw the fog creeping over the hills from the 280, I felt completely at home again. 

A while before I made the trip, I brought up a possible Muir Woods photo excursion to my super talented friend Jared, who luckily had never been there either and reacted with Ali-status enthusiasm (well....almost). As if it wasn't exciting enough, I happened to bring possibly the best weather in history up to the bay area with me for the weekend. On Sunday morning we drove, ate, drove, parked, waited, waited more, and sat through what I'm pretty sure was the Muir Woods Shuttle's official slalom test before finally hiking into the elusive woods. And it was worth it. We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering up and down dirt trails, getting our asses handed to us by spandex-clad power couples, and fawning over all the green. And speaking of fawns, we encountered nature at its finest when a beautiful buck decided to graze its way next to the trail (see what I did there?) and pause for the paparazzi. I did include a photo of that, but beware it's terrible and blurry.

All in all, it was a perfect introduction to Muir Woods, and a perfect, too-short visit to the beautiful bay. 


La Vie Boheme and the Creepy Forest

Jess and I got in a short photo shoot last Monday before I had to get off to work. We went up (and off of) one of the trails in Laguna Canyon and played in the tall grass. Then I forced her to sit on the creepy forest floor under a really cool tree and dodge creepy creatures (I was dodging them too mind you). We were pretty done with the wilderness after that, and vowed next time to bring better shoes. We wont be shooting until Friday this week because life is pretty hectic for us both. Enjoy!

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