Back to the beach today. Very nearly couldn’t open the car door for the wind slamming it shut. Now I need to do some lens cleaning, but could not resist these wild shots of the wind playing with the surf…..
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If for a moment you are inclined to regard these taluses as mere draggled, chaotic dumps, climb to the top of one of them, and run down without any haggling, puttering hesitation, boldly jumping from boulder to boulder with even speed. You will then find your feet playing a tune, and quickly discover the music and poetry of these magnificent rock piles — a fine lesson; and all Nature’s wildness tells the same story — the shocks and outbursts of earthquakes, volcanoes, geysers, roaring, thundering waves and floods, the silent uprush of sap in plants, storms of every sort — each and all are the orderly beauty-making love-beats of Nature’s heart.
― John Muir
This one is for my followers who have had to endure my rants about black and white…. since it was pretty much monochromatic to begin with and there was some chromatic aberration that was difficult to eliminate….. But this gives a bit of a closer view at the waves from the other night. It sends my pulse racing just to look at this….In a perfect world everything would be either black or white, right or wrong, and everyone would know the difference. But this isn’t a perfect world. The problem is people who think it is.
― Neal Shusterman, Unwind
The surf was so wild and there was very little beach… none in places, so I opted to stay up on the cliffs this evening. The wild waves don’t show very well in this shot, but I liked the sun peeping through the mist, playing peek-a-boo. This is looking down at a section where I often zoom in on waves while I’m down on the beach.The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.
― Henry Miller
Would it ever be possible to catch all the marvelous variations in the waves?Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.
― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches
Still… way back in my ancient history when my very first 35mm SLR camera was new, I lived in San Francisco. I loved to do day trips heading north or south up the coast. Just the other day I was sorting and organizing some old shots from those days and came across my very first heron capture. Back then, I didn’t even know what it was. I snapped what was simply a very big bird.Look closely and you’ll find it in front of the fence, about a third of the way from the right edge. The image quality is poor, likely more to do with scanning old slides or negatives that weren’t always treated kindly. In some ways that old 35 mm Pentax performed better than the fancy digital gadget I use these days, but hopefully the stuff on my hard drive won’t suffer from the ravages of time quite the same way.
Of course, even back then, I was already getting butt shots. This is likely my very first one of that genre.
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I think a bit more experience and the longer lens might have helped….
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood–
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
― Theodore Roethke
Or life outside of blogging…. I’m choosing some random (mostly recent) shots from my yard, because I have to slow down on the blogging for a bit. In no particular order:
(as always, you can get to the slideshow and slightly larger images by clicking on any image)
Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
― Marcel Proust
Still lots of action these days…. I forgot to check the tide chart, but there was very little beach to speak of. It was a joy to be back again. The weather was mild with no wind, but the fog was rolling in…. I had most of it all to myself.
A squadron of cormorants flew overhead to complete the picture…..
When religion and politics travel in the same cart, the riders believe nothing can stand in their way. Their movements become headlong – faster and faster and faster. They put aside all thoughts of obstacles and forget the precipice does not show itself to the man in a blind rush until it’s too late.
― Frank Herbert, Dune
There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can’t move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.
― Robert Frost