Partington Cove, Big Sur, California. Henry Miller once lived about a thousand feet up above here. I love these lines from his Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch:
On a clear, bright day, when the blue of the sea rivals the blue of the sky, one sees the hawk, the eagle, the buzzard soaring above the still, hushed canyons. In summer, when the fogs roll in, one can look down upon a sea of clouds floating listlessly above the ocean; they have the appearance, at times, of huge iridescent soap bubbles, over which, now and then, may be seen a double rainbow. In January and February the hills are greenest, almost as green as the Emerald Isle. From November to February are the best months, the air fresh and invigorating, the skies clear, the sun still warm enough to take a sun bath.One of the most beautiful places on earth, and still relatively unspoiled six decades after Miller wrote those lines.