Beauty…and dudity
I’ve been in San Jose, California this week for work, and while San Jose itself doesn’t do much for me, the coastline to the west is an amazing place. Whenever I’m out there, I try to take a drive along Highway 1 between Half Moon Bay and San Francisco. The highway itself runs mostly right along the coast, which is largely made up of cliffs that drop into the ocean, sprinkled with beaches in between. My favorite time to go is around sunset - there’s something humbling about watching the sun disappear into the ocean. I guess as a person from the East Coast, it’s just a lot different from what I’m accustomed to.
One beach in particular just north of Half Moon Bay is very picturesque, so I dropped by to take a few photos.
Another beach was closed due to hazardous materials. It turns out, that’s a euphemism for a truckload of seagull crap.
I decided I wanted to get a couple of good sunset shots, so I found this totally deserted beach that had a nice panoramic view of the horizon. Perfect. So I’m standing there and suddenly movement goes by the viewfinder on the camera. Turns out, it’s a completely naked dude (hence the dudity reference) running along the beach. Now, admittedly, the guy is totally fit, but that’s just not something I was prepared for. Plus, should you really be running naked as a man? Seems like having your junk flapping around like that, while comical, isn’t too good for you. Plus, the sand…
So after Captain Dudity ran by, I finally got my shot: