The very nature of photography is slicing time. Photographs are based on exposure to light, be it film or sensor and usually lasting only a fraction of a second. But in that unique moment, magic is made, never to be repeated, for seasons change, expressions are different, and nothing is static. It’s just a click, but one of endless boundaries and imagination, pausing time, and never to be captured again.
January 56, 2016, 11:25:22 am - Purisima Creek, San Mateo County, Ca
One of my favorite places to run is Purisima Creek west of Skyline Drive. It's a magical place which on occasions I try to capture its wonders. It mostly consists of redwood trees and is not far from the Pacific Ocean. Summertime, it sees a lot of fog and very few people. I believe this image captures the tranquilness of this wonderful landscape.
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