I caught Southern California unaware, its hands in the cookie jar, dabbling in unfamiliar and seemingly forbidden pleasures. It had been...raining, and heavily at times too! The irony and rarity in this picture, then, is the leaden altostratus offshore and overhead, with embedded rain areas. After several afternoon downpours, and with the tide just coming back in, the tidal pools on this natural jetty contained at least much fresh as salty water, brackish to the taste. The people didn't know what to make of this bizarre thing called rain, apparently, because I had the craggy beaches of Palos Verdes all to myself for a fine couple of hours of exploration and photography. There is a surprising amount of natural beauty still underfoot here despite the proximity of at least ten million residents and visitors. It was a lesson not only in that, but also, in how the only constant in nature is change. Here the ocean does what an ocean will -- beat relentlessly upon its confines, pounding rock to sand, as it gives fresh water to air and receives it from air and from land. And of those ten million people, I was fortunate enough to be the only one to experience this place and time.
Rancho Palos Verdes CA (10 Feb 3) , looking SW