Happy Place

West coast best coast, Oregon. August 2015.

West coast best coast, Oregon. August 2015.

Hello there! August 2015.

Hello there! August 2015.

An awesome beach with caves...

An awesome beach with caves…

...and a baby waterfall!

…and a baby waterfall!

These guys are cool too.

These guys are cool too.

Since my happy place doesn’t exist anymore in the same reality I do, I’ve been drawn to my second happy place – somewhere near the ocean. Ever since driving up and down the Norway coast as a teenager with my childhood family I’ve been drawn to the ocean. Childhood summertime not spent on our summer house was spent on the seashore. After I got married with my husband in Las Vegas we headed to California and had a surreal, beautiful, strange week in the Big Sur area and near San Francisco.

I’ve never been to US east coast, but I don’t think I can fall in love with it the same way I love the west. Pacific coast has never been too hot for me. I could sit and stare at the sea for hours. The sea is never the same. I’ve mentioned once before (and way more often in real life) that the thing I miss in Colorado are large bodies of water. In Helsinki I used to live 5 minutes walk from the sea and it made the city a bit easier to breathe in, even if the beach was enjoyable maybe 3 months a year.

About Salla

Photography, travel. BIRDS.
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3 Responses to Happy Place

  1. wimsettk17 says:

    I love these pictures!

    Like

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