Posts Tagged ‘ ocean ’

You never know who is watching

Caught in the act…

I’ve made the argument before, and I think I will stick with it just a bit longer, the street photographer is more historian than voyeur.  I love taking street photos.  There is little in the world more challenging or fun than walking the streets (or in this case, the dunes), and looking for a bit of life to capture.  I’ve done this since I was a kid, and still get the same thrill when I hit upon a scene like the one above.

Why historian, though, and not simply voyeur?  I think it has to do with the motives behind taking shots like the one above.  Someday, this beach will not look like this.  This couple will be separated or dead.  With the advent of global warming, even the sea itself may look different.  So, I took a picture in order to stop time, and if all goes well, someone, someday, will stumble upon this pictures, or others like it, and have an understanding of relationships in the early 21st century, of climate, our geology, and, perhaps, a hint about urban spread.

There is peace in our time.  I can demonstrate that with pictures like the one above.  Today, there is room to escape (but not much).  I think I’d like to document that.

Waiting doesn’t always pay off…the way you expect

I sat hunched over and  jacketless while cold wind and sea spray exploded about me.  It was not early enough, and I knew that even as I shot these pictures, but I was in tourist mode, and looking out at the blue ocean and these prehistorically powerful pelicans launching themselves into the air above salt and sharp sea foam made me stop.  Pelicans have always been my favorite birds.  They have an almost mechanical elegance and a sturdiness of design that brings certainty into the world.

I watched these birds rise and dive as my family lingered nearby—my wife with the baby in the car perched far above and beyond me, Alison hovering at the shore waiting for me to get the shot I’d come to get.

Unfortunately, that shot never came.  This is as close as I got.  Though I waited there probably close to an hour, the birds never quite took the leap that I’d hoped to catch.  Despite this, it was a good morning, and I did get a few shots that I like.

The lesson for me is this: You can wait and wait and wait, but that does not guarantee that you will ever get what you’re waiting for.  So we sometimes have to be satisfied with what we are able to get.  For me, on this particular morning, the process of waiting and the opportunity to take the shots I did get are reward enough.