San Diego
My memories of San Diego begin with blue.
At the beach, the ocean stretched beyond anything the camera could contain. Waves arrived without pause, people gathered along the shore, and the horizon made the city feel briefly distant. There was freedom in that view—the simple pleasure of standing beside something too large to understand completely.
SeaWorld offered a different encounter with the same world. The ocean became closer, more detailed, and carefully framed. Creatures I would rarely see in the wild appeared only a few metres away, turning curiosity into something immediate.
I only captured a small part of San Diego, yet the photographs share a clear thread: our endless fascination with the life, scale, and mystery held by water.
The ocean can make you feel small without making you feel insignificant.
Standing at the shore, I could only see its surface and imagine everything beyond it. At SeaWorld, that distant world appeared closer, filling the day with movement, curiosity, and moments of childlike wonder.
There may be only a few photographs from San Diego, though they carry one of travel’s simplest pleasures: encountering something familiar and feeling amazed by it again.
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