may 2, 2008
california shootings
driving up the california coast from orange county to los angeles, everything is concrete freeway and desperate drivers by your side. the city starts to fall by the wayside as we reach past ventura and start into the beach counties surrounding santa barbara. the ocean is an expanse at my side, faintly whispering to me as i keep on. pismo beach darts by, hardly noticed except for a recollected moment from the big lebowski.
somewhere two hours into the drive and past santa barbara, the route snakes inland through these unnaturally vibrant yellow-green hills. trees and small clusters of woodsy chapparal soon emerge. i imagine california in a long-ago pristine past, where paved roads were a glimmer in someone's eye and this beautiful countryside stretched to infinity, unbroken.
somewhere two hours into the drive and past santa barbara, the route snakes inland through these unnaturally vibrant yellow-green hills. trees and small clusters of woodsy chapparal soon emerge. i imagine california in a long-ago pristine past, where paved roads were a glimmer in someone's eye and this beautiful countryside stretched to infinity, unbroken.