The sparkling drops of water flew through the air. Between the sound of seagulls and waves was the sound of a shutter clicking. Once, twice, thrice. It'd click repeatedly and repeatedly on the sprays of the waves. Had to make sure they were all in focus. That the shutter speed was fast enough. And most of all, that the spray just plain ol' looked good.
Shot from my childhood home as I stood in the front yard. The sky was a pale yellow and the clouds a haunting, mournful blue as the sun set for the night. The dead of winter gave the trees a skeletal appearance, and a long exposure gave the sky a general feeling of urgency. Awards and Recognition: roguemark Gallery October 2014
I passed this with my parents on the way to Aurora, NC, years ago. I totally made them stop while I got a picture. What amuses me even more, though, was what I found at last year's auction for projectredlight.org. I found a painting of the exact same boat and building, just about 5 years prior to my photograph. It was interesting comparing the two with the artist, and how the boat had faded and sank further. Awards and Recognition: roguemark Gallery October 2014
