Drab Thy Name is El Quisco

Winter time in the sleepy coastal vacation town of El Quisco sucks. It's so dead in El Quisco, when you try to go out to their discoteca located inside of a castle, the bouncer will not let you in. Nor will any locations serving food be open when you would like to eat there. Thus forcing you to grovel around local houses for sandwich (which they will not provide). While El Quisco may not have a lot going for it, its beachfront most certainly does. From the colorful docks to the tide pools, there is a lot to love about the coast there.

The fishermen of El Quisco are friendly and helpful. The bright color of the boats and buildings in the tiny seaport make for great picture taking. Its always interesting though how some things can be bland but amazing as subjects.

Since the bay at El Quisco is rocky and not sandy, the water isn't filled with particles. Thus the water is extremely clear and multicolored. Add that to the fact that it is almost impossible to not take a picture of a pelican and you wind up with a picture like this one.

This crustacean is a member of the Chiton family, but I rather enjoy thinking of it as Georgia O'Keeffe's attempt to design an animal.

Finally, no trip to El Quisco would be complete without a visit to the (not as fresh as you would like) produce market. And with all things Quiscoy, why not take a picture of chili peppers (which are not spicy in the slightest) to use as a metaphor of the potential the El Quisco portrays versus the lasting kick that El Quisco is in actuality.