Saturday, January 23, 2010

Capitola Village - Beneath the Train Tracks


JAN 23rd 11:23AM - Kodak Color Film, ISO 200, Shutter Speed: 4 seconds

Sometimes, your own backyard can feel like a foreign place…

Capitola Village has always possessed a very charming quality. Whenever I spend time there I find myself being transported to a cozy, sea-breeze-kissed town in some exotic European country. One of my favorite things to do is read on a patio with an ocean view and imagine that I’m in the humble version of Nice, France. Even if it’s only for an afternoon, feeling like I’ve gotten away does wonders for the “Island Fever” syndrome that I periodically suffer from.

As of late, the need to take flight has really imbedded itself. I’ve seriously thought about selling my motorcycle & ENTIRE entertainment system for a plane ticket to France, and just rough it for a couple of months! I want to take off - leave everything and everyone behind without a word and go SOLO…

If school wasn’t so huge in my horizon…

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