Amidst several identities like digital marketer, social media strategist, travel blogger, nature lover, wife, daughter, sister, friend and a mom, let me pick two identities for this post – nature lover and a mom. I always find ways to let my daughter connect with nature to give her some extra dose of vitamin G (G stands for green). Hap Magee Ranch Park in California is a beautiful green park that I discovered on our road trip to the Lassen Volcanic National Park. It is an easy stop right off Highway 680.
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One afternoon in a weekend!
We drove nearly an hour to reach the Moss Landing State Beach, California. We took our little girl, her beach toys, two beach chairs, a mat to sit and a water bottle. While seeing my child play, a question was traversing my mind.
Whenever I look at my camera sitting alone on my table, an urge to pick it up and get outside to a new place overcomes me often. And then something incredible happens. I end up exploring a new place; a new perspective. On our way to the Big Basin Redwood State Park in California, we visited a Buddhist temple, the Taungpulu Kaba- Aye Monastery – a hidden gem. It is situated amidst redwood trees. This place is a stark contrast to the otherwise high paced silicon valley of California.
Information crisscrosses across the globe every quarter of a second; we crisscross real and virtual worlds with the tip of our fingers; the age of no unknown and the age where cloud is no longer limited to those visible collections of particles of water in the air. And we all owe these to the beautiful, bright and the best minds of the Silicon Valley, which is located in the northern part of the U.S. State of California.
Hanauma Bay in Oahu, Hawaii greets you with a dash of bright green and blue and sends gusty winds to give you company. And then when you see the boundless ocean, it sends small waves and if you continue standing there for some time, the waves splash against the mountain in such a way that the scene spans the summits of your mind. Slowly and steadily, it casts a spell on you so strong that even if you are restless in your rest, you will yield to its vibrancy.
The incandescent Sunday morning of 7th December, 1941 on the shores of O’ahu started like any other day but ended in despair. The morning stillness was broken by the roar of Japanese aircrafts. It was a surprise military strike by the Japanese Navy against the United States naval base at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii territory. “Tora! Tora! Tora!” were the Japanese code words that signaled the surprise is complete; The first wave of low flying planes attacked just before 0755 and the second wave struck an hour later. By 0955 the attack was over and so were the lives of thousands. Today, 7th December, 2016, exactly 75 years after the attack, I am remembering the day of infamy.
It’s autumn now; days of misty mornings, soothing cold, refreshing and sporadic rains and shades of red, vermilion and gold leaves blowing in the wind. It feels dramatic. It reminds me of my visit to the Princeton University Campus during one such fall.
These are the days of delight as well as dread. New country, new home, new paths and new ways of life are creating a layer of intrigue inside, yet craving for the shores of Lake Geneva in Lausanne, Switzerland. While my mind was busy in a continuous process of attachment and detachment, I went to say hello to the pacific in Santa Cruz, California.