When I was a kid, I’d often tag along as my father would drop my sister off at university. One day he noticed there was a Japanese Garden, and decided to check it out. I didn’t really remember much of it, I only remember the bridge and that it was pretty. I do remember that we had finished pretty quickly, and going back there I realized how small it is. Pretty surprising given how much open space there is around the garden. What else is surprising is that there are no names near the plants, and I really hate not knowing the names. They do realize the garden is within the university, and hence a little bit of free knowledge for the passerby would be nice, right? Second gripe is the lack of cherry blossom trees. Maybe they’re tired of Japanese Gardens and cherry blossom trees being synonymous, but I’m not tired of it…yet. Third gripe…ok, nah, there is no third gripe. 😉
I did have a good time though. The day was bright, the flowers were pretty, the koi were lively. There was this cute little girl in a red kimono, and I really wanted to take her picture but felt way too nervous asking the parents if I could take a picture. The memory is in my head at least.
This was a lucky shot in the parking lot. Lucky because the battery was depleted and I almost didn't get it.
Yup, we were in and out pretty quick. Long enough to enjoy the beauty, quick enough to miss the waves start crashing with more force.
We made the mistake going home along the PCH. It was insanely busy, and this was the bit where you actually saw water while driving. Lol.
So we walked down the steep pathways and loads of stairs, and lo and behold the beach is in sight. We get to the water, and look around. Wait. This is Victoria Beach, right? So, um, where’s the tower? Ok, oh well, some other time we’ll get it, for now let’s just enjoy the water. Nah, instead my sister ever so persistently decides to trek through the rocky path, and then comes back to triumphantly tell me she found it. So I nervously follow… I just realized she had to make that trek twice just cuz she had to come back to get me. Oops. Sorry sis.
We tried our best to rush out of there and make it home in time. But we failed. It doesn’t matter though. All that matters is that I got some spectacular-ish sunset pictures. Pretty amazing given that I was holding the heavy lens in a moving car. Sometime I rock.
Too lazy to fly to the top of the fence?
One foot forward
Ah, the posing pigeon, aware of our camera and aware of it prettiness.
I had a little bit of a pleasant surprise when I got to the pier and saw that it was wooden. What is cooler than a wooden pier?! Actually, don’t answer that, I’m sure that even I could name cooler stuff, but that’s really besides the point. Even funner is when the planks start to creak as you walk. For reals. Yikes.