The afterglow of pure resplendence…

There is a story here.
There is a story here.

Santa Cruz, California. A city of particular significance for me for more than one reason and a unique place unto itself, not really like any other I know. That became even more apparent when I went to name the Flickr Set “Santa Cruz: Street” and realized that there isn’t really any actual… street. It might be time to overhaul those sets into more all encompassing titles. Nearly all my shooting here has been on the beaches, although I plan on heading over to the boardwalk before I leave. I’ve only been here about a week, but I’ll be gone before the weekend. There’s only a short time to finish up what I want to do here. But, the people here are great. I’ve had a lot of interesting conversations with strangers about all sorts of things. People always seem quick with a smile, a wave, or a hello. Reminds me a bit of Hawaii, but I think that’s just surf/beach culture in general. It’s been nice.

Santa Cruz
Santa Cruz

The one thing that won’t include though is what I originally came here to shoot, which were engagement photos for my best friend. Yes, he’s still engaged, and to a marvelous woman at that. The timing just isn’t right. They have a TON of stuff going on and since they weren’t really planning on engagement photos to begin with, they’re not exactly high priority at the moment. No worries though, the wedding is still a year out and that is the far more important matter. Besides, I won’t be anywhere far enough away to not make it back here whenever I’m needed… well, as far as I know. I still have my eyes on Everest.

It's a big ocean.
It's a big ocean.

I’ve had a couple of interesting conversations recently with folks I didn’t really expect to have them with. I’ve been feeling distanced from people recently just due to personal growth, unfortunate circumstances, and a couple other random things, so it’s always a unique change of pace to talk with people outside my usual circles. One of the topics of conversation that came up was the act of holding on to other people’s secrets, people who keep secrets in general, and general levels of trust. Everyone hides something (that’s no secret, ha!), but it’s always interesting to see who entrusts who with what, and why. I am the bearer of many secrets for my friends and I take that responsibility very seriously. As do I also know the same of those I have entrusted with mine. Later on, I proposed the idea of a relationship where-in no secrets are kept, but that idea was shot down pretty quickly. I maintain that it is possible, but there has to be a level of trust that a lot of people are not capable of. There was a brief discussion about the semantics of “keeping a secret” and “selectively omitting information”. Things can get convoluted pretty quickly, which is why I think most people avoid talking about it in the first place. The elements of risk and danger involved can be overwhelming sometimes.

Everyone has a little secret he keeps… – MC 900ft. Jesus

What is a man but a miserable little pile of secrets! – Vlad Tepes Dracula

I will say, though, that I am exceptionally lucky to have someone I do not have to, and don’t, keep secrets from and can trust with mine. That is extra-ordinarily rare to find in a person.

Waiting for the right moment.
Waiting for the right moment.

I haven’t been sleeping well recently and am still finding myself distracted and generally uneasy. The sleep thing doesn’t really bother me, since I’ve always fought with insomnia and am perfectly capable of running on very little sleep.

Another unfamiliar ceiling – Shinji Ikari

Well, that’s all for Part 1 of Santa Cruz. I’ve been up all night and I should really try and get a little sleep. It’s been productive insomnia though, so that’s good news.

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