waves on the jetty @ Corona Del Mar, Nov. '08
Southern California is land of eternal sunshine. The only way I know the seasons are changing is because the light changes.
Summer light is stark and white hot. It glances off the ocean, burning your eyes and your skin.
Summer sand is hot as coals–blazing the soles of your bare feet as you hip-hop across it.
running into the waves @ Newport Beach, summer '08
Summer sunsets are like molten lava, flaming oranges and angry reds. You feel it stinging the back of your legs as you haul umbrellas and surfboards back to your car after a long, sandy day.
But the light changes in mid-October. The air is cooler in the morning, the beaches are quieter. The light warms the ocean cliffs with yellow gold. Autumn sunsets are languid, painting the sea pink. And the twilight breezes are cold.
sunset just north of Santa Barbara, Oct. '09
Winter light is pale and thin. You can lay out for hours without getting burned. And the sand stays cool all day.
Crystal Cove State Beach, Feb. '08
Rain storms blow in from the Pacific and the coldest days hover around 60 degrees. On those days I like to bundle up and watch the wind-swept ocean near a jetty. But I never brave the jetty rocks.
Rogue waves have swept many a soul into the roiling sea.
In late spring, the marine layer moves in–sometimes socking us in for days. All is gray. Visitors wonder if they mistakenly booked a trip to land of eternal fog. If the sun burns through the gray, the light is orange–the sky a dirty shade of beige.
The gloom can last through late June.
And then it is white-hot summer again.
Some days I wish I could witness more signs of changing seasons: brilliant foliage, frost, snow.
But then I'd have to give up the ocean and the California sunshine.
And I've watched too many ocean sunsets to give that up.
Not even for all the brilliant foliage in Maine.
How about you? Where do you live?
What signs of the changing seasons do you cherish?





