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.
2/16/20
January 17, 2005, 2:38:01 pm - Along Pescadero Road, California
There is so much to see from my home to the ocean. One route takes you through a tapestry
of landscapes and where I found this scene. I'm drawn to the colors - the contract between the earth tones and the blue color of the water. Winter is generally my favorite time to photograph landscapes.
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