This is the third year that I have returned to Pacific Grove in the spring to photograph while the ice plant is in bloom. The combination of colors is just gorgeous and I have yet to get the photograph I want. Many have been pretty, but I want more than just pretty. I'll know it when I see it, and until then I will just have to keep returing every spring. Such is the life of a photographer. As I stepped out of my car, I noticed an artist standing at his easel.
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