WORLDWIDE | Sunday, 17 October 2010 | Views [194]
I awoke under a bridge in San Diego. Friends and I had nested there the night before after finding that any available hostel was miles away and even further out of price range. The drive back to the coast was filled with road signs that warned of unstable cliffs and falling rocks. Among those signs in the shrubbery were these flowers.
These flowers seemed to signify a poetic balance. Their roots holding strong in such unstable grounds. As I knelt down in the sand and grass, snapping so many shots that I had cuts on my elbows with grains of sands pressed into them, my stomach flipped and spun with a sense like that of a serious vertigo. This was the last in which before beginning our adventure back east.
Something so simple, natural, and pristine on a coast of unstable land. It spoke to me of something universal. Maybe something social or even a political/environmental commentary. Whatever it was out there that day on that cliff, I hope some of it landed in this photo.
