Sometimes you just have to do it. The head won't stop and you need to get outside of it to regain your sanity. Last Friday was one of those days. So like most times, a good personal photo session was in order. I hopped in my car, and drove up the coast, out of Los Angeles, through Santa Barbara, over the hills, and into the Santa Ynez Valley.
Oaks, rolling hills, vineyards, and more oaks, rolling hills, and vineyards. One of my favorite spots on the planet.
It was a bit cathartic in the sense that I've spent a lot of time up in that area, and therefore I have many memories from that area, and many of them are a bit hard to deal with…so figured perhaps I'll try to replace those ones with newer ones…and it worked. Helped remind me why photography has become such an important and essential piece of my life's puzzle. No matter what's going on 'up there,' it's that viewfinder that helps you remember and appreciate what's 'out there'…
I won't say much here, I'll just sort of let some of the photos (hopefully) do the talking.