Getting Ready for a California Closeup on Santa Monica Beach
California’s beaches are a sort of intoxicant. Redolent with salty ocean breezes and the smells of food wafting from the boardwalks, they gently rock their sun-worshipping children in a cradle of summertime. Break out your camera—and your patience. A photo tour along the three miles of Santa Monica Beach State Park would take a lifetime, because each step brings a perfect West Coast moment in Kodachrome tones—green palms swaying in an impossibly blue sky, the crashing of foam on the park’s golden shores, the leisurely twirl of the pier’s Ferris Wheel. The Pacific unrolls like an azure carpet, interrupted in the hazy distance only by Catalina Island and its fittingly named township of Avalon—the magical land beyond mysterious waters.
While walking down Santa Monica Pier, Los Angeles California - looking back at the beach & you see another kind of beautiful wave. People of all ages enjoying their time & spreading love. They came from every part of this wonderful country in hope of relaxing and enjoying the amazing sun, sea, music and food. The place is alive because of people & remains to be every summer day.
If you could take just one photo:
A little girl eating an ice cream cone
A young girl walks next to her father enjoying an ice cream cone as she becomes startled at the seagulls who just glided by her little head. In the background, gymnasts and weekend workout warriors swing across the rings as a refreshing breeze cools the afternoon sun rays shining down. Skaters and Segways share the walkway with bicyclists and leisurely strollers while the runners go barefoot on the sand next to the giggling beach bathers. Smells of pizza and sounds of street performers add a little touch of character to this beautiful afternoon and a very fond memory to be.
California’s beaches are a sort of intoxicant. Redolent with salty ocean breezes and the smells of food wafting from the boardwalks, they gently rock their sun-worshipping children in a cradle of summertime. Break out your camera—and your patience. A photo tour along the three miles of Santa Monica Beach State Park would take a lifetime, because each step brings a perfect West Coast moment in Kodachrome tones—green palms swaying in an impossibly blue sky, the crashing of foam on the park’s golden shores, the leisurely twirl of the pier’s Ferris Wheel. The Pacific unrolls like an azure carpet, interrupted in the hazy distance only by Catalina Island and its fittingly named township of Avalon—the magical land beyond mysterious waters.
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