Big Sur
By Johnathon Cook

Some places don’t ask for clever titles. They just are. Big Sur is one of those places. This book isn’t a guide. There are no tips, no must-sees, no directions. Just photographs—quiet, messy, honest moments—from a trip years in the making.

We started in Monterey, drifted through Cannery Row, wandered Carmel’s crooked cottages, and let the Pacific coast unfold the way it does. Foggy, dramatic, and a little wild. The beaches? You don’t find them. You stumble across them.

I shot this the way I travel. Instinctively, chasing the small stuff that lingers longer than the postcard views. Flip through. Let the images breathe. Maybe they’ll stir something in you. Or maybe they’ll just remind you that some places are still wild enough to surprise you.

Thanks for looking.