Odyssey of a Lost God 1, Channel of the Lost 10x14
Wandering up and down the west coast is always enchanting. Something about the sweet golden rays of sun that gently bless every inch from California to Washington just holds me close and makes me always want to return. When I think of the sea, I imagine heavy waves crashing into towering cliffs, the smell of salt in the air, and the watching the sunset over the water. Everything just falls into place as though this is as life was intended to be.
Wandering up and down the west coast is always enchanting. Something about the sweet golden rays of sun that gently bless every inch from California to Washington just holds me close and makes me always want to return. When I think of the sea, I imagine heavy waves crashing into towering cliffs, the smell of salt in the air, and the watching the sunset over the water. Everything just falls into place as though this is as life was intended to be.
Wandering up and down the west coast is always enchanting. Something about the sweet golden rays of sun that gently bless every inch from California to Washington just holds me close and makes me always want to return. When I think of the sea, I imagine heavy waves crashing into towering cliffs, the smell of salt in the air, and the watching the sunset over the water. Everything just falls into place as though this is as life was intended to be.