March 22nd, 2010

The sun was out on a fluf cloudy background. Temperatures seemed low and being hairless dosent help the cause. Lisitning to Santo and Jonny leaving to I had to reconsider and perhaps spend a few days here. Everything becomes magical with that soundtrack. But a tight budget and somewhat timeline keept me moving. Passed Denmark a nontown consisting of two houses, a closed espresso shop and a pickup. Took the obligatory pictures, sent thoughts back home and continued. Set camp at Cape Blanco state park - the most western tip of continental USA. Tiredness overcame me on a cliffi slope overlooking the ocean, waiting for sundown. I woke just as it sunk behind a cloud and further down the drain of the horizon. The moon is ascending these days and the light has become strong enough to navigate by during the night. The beach changes form and soul in the pale light. Hours passed while photographing a large rock/island growing out of the sand. I climbed back up the side of the cliff while the lighthouse silently spun.