June 20, 2020

With the marine layer returning for good on the coast and a new moon, I had only one thing on my mind: Milky Way in the Eastern Sierra. The spot I had in mind was 6 hours away, and I would have to stay the night to get the stars. You can imagine my parent’s minds when they heard this. I was a bit intimidated too, but I trusted my intuition and threw the foldable mattress in my SUV and said I’d figure out where to sleep when I get there.

It’s always exciting driving on a new road, this time Highway 108. I was constantly stopping and observing, not knowing what’s around the next curve. I discovered new areas for dispersed camping and hiking. You could hear the car engine trying to take in as much air as it could, at Sonora Pass, about 9600 ft in elevation.

I arrived at Convict Lake late afternoon. The first thing I noticed was that the water was incredibly clear; I knew I had to go for a swim. There were some good size brown trouts happily cruising along the bottom despite the shoreline being crowded with fishing line and tackle. It was a good 83F in the air, but the water felt amazing, snorkeling in turquoise alpine water and experiencing a vision not many have seen.

I ate the same type of sandwich as last week for lunch and dinner again. It’s all about the shot.

There was amazing stillness again at Mono Lake. The sand Tufas were other worldly to photograph in the evening light. I set up the foldable chair and the star tracker, and waited for darkness to prevail. Apart from the huge flying insects that have reverb motorcycle engine sound when buzzing by, there wasn’t anything out here to be afraid of. I was able to catch a glimpse of some sort of comet or meteor way to the east. I had to cut my milky way session early as I wanted to return to Convict Lake for sunrise.  I got to the rest area at 1:30am, couldn’t find my car keys for a moment and panicked. Luckily it just slipped between the blankets. I finally fell asleep at 1:45am and woke up to my alarm at 4:30am. I opened the car door from the inside, and because the car was locked, the car alarm went off. I frantically went to my pockets to try and unlock the car remotely, it was the longest 5 seconds of my life.

June 14, 2020 Thanks for the Weekend

After spending the day in the water at Lake Tahoe with some of my old time buddies from Santa Cruz, I convinced them to caravan over to Mono Lake for the night. It was my first time driving on the 395; it’s always exhilarating to be on a new road, not knowing what’s around the next hill. Passing by Topaz Lake and seeing the Alpenglow on the distant mountain range was spectacular.

Around 10:00pm and driving a short mile on a washboard dirt road, we found a secluded pull out to spend the night. It was incredible stillness and the darkest sky I have seen yet. The arc of the Milky Way was prominent, and so quiet I could hear the motor of the star tracker. I could hear the water on Mono Lake, even being a good distance away, and some birds chirping at midnight. While my friends fell fast asleep, I sat outside until 3:30am waiting for the moon rise. At one point I thought amber headlights were coming in our direction, but it turned out to be the moon rising. It illuminated the landscape. When I finally got my foreground shots, which looked much better than artificially light painted, I closed the trunk of my van and wrapped myself in two blankets. I was at the point of uncontrolled shivering as the temperature dropped to a chilly 37F. It took an hour to warm up, my breath frozen and my face was numb the entire night.

I woke up to the harsh sun at 6am, traversed through the sage brush to the shoreline, photographing the Tufas. I returned to a hearty breakfast prepared by my friends: pancakes, eggs, and bacon. We made continental breakfast in the middle of the desert. I felt reinvigorated, not a hint of sleepiness, and full of excitement. I was waiting all week to be here.

700 miles
6 batteries used
3.5 hours of sleep
2 wet wetsuits

Thanks for the weekend.

May 24, 2020

Wide awake at midnight, I wondered what is out there? What will I see?  I saw stars out my window, the first time in several months. I was restless just imagining the photos. Staring at a computer for 14 hours a day, I started to lose my grasp of reality. I almost forgot stars could be seen by just simply looking outside my window. In the past weeks, whenever I take a short break outside, there is a dazed sensation of mediocrity. It’s almost as if being outside was an unfamiliar feeling for me now because I’m so used to having the exuberant world fed to me via two-dimensional screens with speakers. 

This year I decided to focus on photographing the Milky Way so I ordered a star tracker, something I’ve been wanting to get but feared of the potentially complicated setup. I asked myself as I do with every potential challenge, how hard can it be? It turned out, not difficult at all. I spent two hours in my backyard doing a test run right when the first stars were visible. At first I couldn’t tell if I was looking at the north star. I even looked south, east, and west, and realized, it was futile to be looking in those directions. The Little Dipper was too dim, but the Big Dipper was obvious even with the city lights. I finally thought I was certain of which star was the north star, got in the car at 12:30am and drove south along the coast. With no sight of fog or clouds, a rare occurrence, I knew a starry sky was waiting. There were only a few cars on the road the entire way and back, an eerie but serene feeling. When I got to the location, I could see other photographers light painting, and some with large telescopes; the excitement started.

It’s always a bit frightening being alone in the middle of the night somewhere out and about. Once I setup the tripod, aligned the tracker with Polaris, my remote release beeping, a sense of tranquility transpired. The stress I had all day about losing sleep, about venturing out, parking the car, had vanquished in that moment. I just stared up at the plethora of stars and nodded to myself in agreement with my decision. I simply wanted to see the stars to regain my connection with nature. I met another photographer and we chatted about the Milky Way alignment and the glaring amber boat lights in the distance. It’s always great to meet other people who enjoy the same pleasures.

Whenever I stare up at the cosmos, I realize I’m just a tiny speck living on a tiny speck in the universe, and no matter how big I think my ego is, I am insignificant. This rumination keeps me humble, makes me think about what it means to live, and to understand there is always something greater than myself.    

The stars are calling. 

March 7, 2020

I was with some of my friends tonight exploring the coast after a fun-filled day of tide pooling. As daylight faded, we hiked down a small cove and laid on the sand collecting tiny pieces of flamboyant sea glass. I made the call to head to another cove where we could have a view of the sunset, which was commencing in a matter of minutes. I often don’t remember the moment when I click the shutter. Seeing this photo afterward, it was instantly one of my favorites. I don’t know if it’s the pastel colors that intrigue me, the composition, or the herd of seals where some of them would be washed around by the waves while their eyes were still closed, protected from the wind and tumultuous sea by the towering rocky shelf. Maybe it is just a visual reminder that despite all the craziness that happens not far from here, there is stillness to be found. In that moment, there was nothing but the repetitive sound of the wind and waves, us and nature.

February 16, 2020

A combination of light offshore wind and clear skies made for a gorgeous morning at Coal Oil Point. A few surfers were out, but the waves were lackluster. As I contemplated what to do, a sudden light bulb went off in my head reminding me I had snorkel gear in my car. It may have been my only chance to get in the water that day and I didn’t want to go home dry.

At first I thought there wouldn’t be anything but kelp out there, so I expected just a relaxing swim. The water was clear but still lacked visibility when the sand got stirred up. I swam past the whitewash and slowly observed patches of kelp. About 50 yards out, I spotted schools of striped perch finding cover in the kelp. Around the point, surf grass completely covered the sea floor. As a wave passed overhead, the surf grass would drift back and forth, revealing what was hiding underneath for a brief moment before returning to its original position. I got giddy when I saw California spiny lobsters for the first time in the wild. I had a staring contest with a Calico Bass, then drifted with the surf perch through the surf grass. I love it here.

February 15, 2020

I had a choice this weekend, stay comfortably at home, or go somewhere. I had three days off but no particular location in mind. The forecast called for light winds and sunny skies. I told myself there had to be some clear water somewhere along the coast. I’ve never driven past Big Creek in Big Sur, so I thought I’d take a road trip down the 1 and visit a friend at UC Santa Barbara. There was still a moderate NW wind from Monterey to Bixby Bridge, but around the bend at Partington Cove, only a very mellow breeze. I could see the boulders and kelp through the emerald blue green waters.

The drive didn’t feel lengthy at all, partly because I was stopping at almost every turnout and checking out the view. Some of the notable stops were Sand Dollar Beach, Elephant Seal Vista Point, and Morro Rock. I made it to Goleta right in time for sunset, stopping at the Vista Point off the highway. Driving down the coast made me realize how much of my own backyard I haven’t even explored yet.

February 9, 2020

The NWS issued a gale warning with NNE winds forecasted to gust 45+ mph. While others would probably try and stay indoors for the day, I thought of two south facing coastal regions that might be groomed offshore. I worried it may be too offshore, similar to the day in October, but you never know unless you go. As I pulled up late morning to my favorite spot in Santa Cruz, I was delighted with the sight of decent size lines and every wave was the epitome of a green room. The wind gusts were strong enough to shake my SUV at times. As I suited up and climbed down to the beach, I unexpectedly saw my old bodyboarding buddies, who were also getting ready to paddle out as well. We all had a couple hours of fun, I met some new folks out in the lineup and was able to send them photos afterward. These are the days I live for.