Okay, so just me engaging in my normal surreptitious behavior of squeezing in a few stolen moments to suck up some oceanic blues during the course of my day, and I notice some cute little brown seagulls kind of hanging in a gang and chilling in the sun. So I snap them up just for fun.
Then a little further up the beach, I notice two women out for a walk and I think, 'Oh that's nice... a little exercise and girl talk. I need to get together with my girlfriends more. I'm calling Z when I get home and make a hiking date!'
(notice the pod of sleeping gulls they have just passed and left undisturbed...)
Within 30 steps, I instantly begin to hate them as they harass my sleeping gulls to the point that they all either run into the waves or flap erratically away in a half stupor. I am tempted to yell out some cutting insult but because the ocean is like a xanax and the poor gulls have now all dissipated anyway, I let it pass.
At which point, I direct my camera away from the gull-ist women and shoot PCH toward Malibu. In my viewfinder I notice a man quickly walking toward me with his head down. Oddly, he is NOT on the beach (like the women), nor is he walking on the ample paved shoulder (like every other biker and/or pedestrian on PCH does). No, he is walking on the thin strip of steep soft sand just off the highway. I have the only parked car that I can see in both directions. I'm like, 'Whoa, Mr Sketchy, you are obvi not homeless, not dressed for the beach, have appeared out of nowhere and are heading toward me like a freight train- see ya!' I hop in my car and kind of mildly peel out. (it's PCH after all, you gotta be careful...)
So, now that I'm in the safety of my own home downloading photos, here's my question; is that a gun?! (I cleverly left his face out of the close-up in case he's a hit man for the Malibu Mafia.)
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