Santa Monica, CA- My Pier Group
California Years / Santa Monica / Pacific Landfall Harbor Without Moorings A Zen sailor comes ashore in Santa Monica and discovers that dry land moves too—only the currents are traffic, ambition, memory, and the difficult art of staying put. See Full Landfall Show Story The pier was a gangway that went nowhere. The ocean kept moving. I was the thing expected to stop. Landfall 01 California arrived as light before it became a place. 34° 01′ N / 118° 29′ W After years of measuring life in ports, gangways, watches, and departures, Santa Monica felt like an island that had forgotten to detach from the continent. The Pacific was there, performing its ancient work. Behind it, Los Angeles accelerated in every direction. The sailor in me trusted the water. Water announces its intentions. It darkens. It rises. It changes pitch against the hull. Dry land is more deceptive. A road looks still while carrying a current. A building ...