Venice Beach: I'd never seen the Pacific. It was impressive. And cold. The day could not have been better; blue skies, salty breeze, 75 sunny degrees. We walked the beach, enjoyed the view, and collected some big ass sea shells. Here are my favorite photos from Venice Beach.
those compass thingies. Reminds me
of the latest Maroon 5 album.
I, with all of my chins, am on the right.
may be one of my favorites.
into the frame as I was shooting it. People always
fuck up good pictures. People and poles.
So that was Venice Beach. Next we drove a little ways up the coast to Santa Monica. The view was even more spectacular there. You could see for miles and miles. It was more crowded than Venice Beach but probably because of the pier and the surfers. Yeah. Actual surfers. Behold....
Of course, all I know about Rte 66 is from
the movie Cars.
Atlantic or the Gulf. It's soft and very deep and
hurts your calf muscles if you're out of shape. (I am)
So, this completes our tour of Venice Beach and Santa Monica. Honestly, it all still feels very surreal that I was even there. Anyway, next post will be of the hotel we stayed at and Grauman's Chinese Theater and the famous people's hands and feet.