While driving through the winding Big Sur highway Bob Dylan’s “Like A Rolling Stone” plays on repeat. I can almost still hear it while looking at these photos.
For Brad's birthday we drove up the coast to Big Sur, slept in our car for the night, then finished the trip to San Francisco the next morning.
Travel has a way of making you feel so small. Not in a negative way, just knowing there's so much you haven't seen and so much that you don't know. It's nice to be taken out of your sometimes mundane, everyday tasks, to take in a little bit of the constant beauty the world always has on display that is just waiting for us to take a minute to appreciate it.