Even the middle of the day on the Pacific Coast Highway is breathtaking. The marine layer has rolled off the water and into the mountains, capping them with a low smoky halo. The views are breathtaking, and I want to pull off around each new bend, and especially when we get to the Bixby Canyon Bridge, which is but a speck in this panorama. (A closer shot is included below.) The Bixby Canyon Bridge has inspired many artists, songwriters, etc. At one point it was the tallest and longest span bridge in the state of California, and the engineering feats taken to build it were monumental.
This photograph, one of the rare colored ones that I prefer to the monochrome, has always looked more like a painting to me than a photo. I have gotten closer to where I plan and pose photos with an artistic mind over the course of the last few years, and as such my ratio of purely documentary (read “bad”) photographs to “keepers” has begun to increase significantly. In many photographs, I am fortunate that I am living in an era of post-processing software. In the photograph I posted yesterday of the silhouette of a woman, herself taking a picture of the waves, I did not notice her at first when I took the photograph. She was a happy coincidence, and I focused on her more and more, but I could not capture the essence of the candid photo. Dumb luck has proven to make some great photographs, at least in my brief career.
For this one, I actually used a tripod – a rarity in my California photos – because I first have to lug it on the plane, and then lug it on my hikes and set it up any time I want to use it. With an impatient four year old (at the time) this was quite a “do” as Anna’s British cousins would say. But I had planned the shot for months. I wanted to capture it from down the coast from the first moment I realized what I was looking at. These days, I am taking the time to enjoy the artistic act, and not just snapping the shutter and hoping I capture something amazing. I like the process.
This photograph of Hooker Falls was taken on a hike in the Pisgah National Forest near Asheville, North Carolina. It was in the middle of summer, and the cool water was ever so enticing.
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I descended a dusty gravel ridge
Beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge
Until I eventually arrived
At the place where your soul had died
Barefoot in the shallow creek,
I grabbed some stones from underneath
And waited for you to speak to me
And the silence; it became so very clear
That you had long ago disappeared
I cursed myself for being surprised
That this didn’t play like it did in my mind
-Death Cab for Cutie
This photograph of the Bixby Canyon Bridge in Big Sur, California, just after dawn shows the marine layer lifting from the bay, slowly creeping up the mountains, only to burn off completely by the early afternoon. The bridge spanning Bixby Creek is one of many on Route 1 down the coast of California south of Carmel, but it is probably the most famous. The bridge has a rich history
, opening in 1932 to connect the residents of Big Sur with Carmel and San Francisco further to the north. When it was built, it was the longest concrete arch span the west coast. It remains one of the tallest single-span concrete bridges in the world. It is narrower (by eight feet) than the required width of modern bridges, but due to its historic relevance, expansion is unlikely.
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This photograph was taken in the Pisgah National Forest in western North Carolina, near Asheville and Hendersonville. The Pisgah, as it is known, is a stunning forest with dozens if not hundreds of waterfalls and scenic trails. There are multiple creeks and rivers running through the forest, with the Davidson being the primary tributary to the French Broad that runs the length of the forest. The simple beauty and shadow-play of this stone bridge struck me to such a degree that I pulled off the side of the road to try to capture the chiaroscuro in a photograph. I may have nearly fallen down the embankment, but I got the picture…
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