This photograph was taken at dusk in Carmel-by-the-Sea, California. The colors of the sunset on the West Coast are unrivaled. The wispy stratus clouds made this photograph all the more memorable.
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Ordo Saxae
I find patterns in nature fascinating. “Ordo Saxae” is Latin for a row of rocks. As is always the case, there is something lost in translation – not only is it a row, but there is an order (ordo) about the perfect arrangement of the outcropping. These particular rocks reach out across Carmel Bay towards Point Lobos State Natural Reserve. The linear quality of the jagged rocks is offset by the jumbled ones in the foreground, but my eye keeps going back to the organic ordo ab chao of the rocks that stretch out towards Point Lobos in the distance.
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Marine Layers
This photograph was taken just after dawn in Point Lobos State Natural Reserve in Carmel, California. The stratification in the photo is a result of the low “marine layer” rolling in over the bay, which layer forms in the summer months as the warmer air above the Pacific is cooled by the ocean waters. The resulting gradient was interesting in full color, but I felt that the monochromatic layers gave the photograph a more distinct presence, which is set off nicely by the black and white gull.
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Cedar Bay
Barefoot on the Bay
Taken in Bar Harbor, Maine, this photograph of a young, barefoot boy fishing in the bay is part of my ever-growing Solitary collection. The schooner in the background is the Margaret Todd.
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Dry Falls
Timelapse
Ode to Jeffers
The shore of Spanish Beach, along Seventeen Mile Drive in Monterey, California, is littered with little cairns like the one pictured above – simple stacks of stones left as memories by passersby. My son, Kemper, toppled this one, just to build it back again, and as I was snapping pictures of the shoreline he begged me to take a shot of his cairn.
We had visited the “Tor House” earlier in the day, and so my mind was filled with thoughts of Robinson Jeffers, the resident poet of Carmel for the first half of the 20th Century. Likewise, the Sobersanes wildfire was still raging down the coast. I was struck by a line in Jeffers’ poem, Fire on the Hills: “Beauty is not always lovely…” The simple sentiment described the fire in his poem and the fire in the valleys raging at that time. Later, when I was editing the pictures I took, I came across this one, and I remembered ruminating on that line as I took the photograph (as I still remember it today). Though beauty is not always lovely, sometimes beauty and loveliness can be found in the simplest things – like Kemper’s five-stone cairn, which his small hands slowly stacked in the smoke-filled air of Spanish Beach.
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