Photo workshop- day four beyond sunrise
After that stunning sunrise, the rest of the day seemed a bit anticlimactic… but it still had it’s moments and much to offer.
This was the park where Sissy wasn’t even allowed to enter and stay in the car. Point Lobos State Natural Reserve is a nature preserve (as its name implies) and I’m sure they’ve had some occasions of folks abusing the privilege of having their dogs along… so I, for one, can’t rightly blame them. I kept hearing sea lions or seals barking in the distance, but never could locate them.
The morning visit for me was mostly about playing with the waves. It seems to take a bit more patience than I have since I’d see this stupendous, humongous wave crash out there before I’d have the camera ready. Then I’d stand there for what seemed like forever, until my arms and back started to ache, then another one would appear just as I lowered the camera. But here’s the best of the misses I came up with…..
Patience, grasshopper,” said Maia. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“I always thought that was ‘Good things come to those who do the wave,’” said Simon. “No wonder I’ve been so confused all my life.
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.
― Henry David Thoreau
Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
― Bob Dylan
People travel to wonder
at the height of the mountains,
at the huge waves of the seas,
at the long course of the rivers,
at the vast compass of the ocean,
at the circular motion of the stars,
and yet they pass by themselves
― Saint Augustine of Hippo
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.
― Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad/Roughing It
The midday session was image review. This time I bravely presented some of mine and was pleased at Don’s assessment that I have an eye for light and composition. I have been encouraged to start shooting RAW in case I ever want to reach back to some of these shots and improve on them to some degree. I suppose this implies that I may have some worth working on. That was certainly a nice ego boost. Once again I was floored at the images the other folks produced. What a wonderfully talented group it was. And the very pleasant surprise was that we meshed well and all seemed to enjoy ourselves.