As humans we invest significant time and thought in self discovery. In so doing we present ourselves to the world as what we think the world thinks we are. It’s a trap. This dissonance stunts self discovery and leaves us mired in an inescapable loop.
Cedar Run Dock Road Photographs
Here's my complete archive of Cedar Run Dock Road photography. Jutting southeastward the meandering Dock Road features 360 degrees of salt marsh views. Serene and expansive it has for decades been a favorite diversion only minutes from my house. In recent years it's become my most frequented spot for making sunset photographs. Some of my favorite Dock Rod shots include A Marsh Life, Still the Sirens Call, and The path before me.
I’ve demonstrated some modicum of skill with photography, flat horizon sunset photography in particular. And yet it is not enough. It’s no longer getting it done for me. It all feels like a wash, rinse, repeat exercise in both futility and repetition. Like eating the same dry piece of toast each morning with the same familiar disdain of a routine unwanted.
Leave it to a sunset to bring pause to a racing mind. A pause long enough to strike the muse and leave the photographer trying about lines of poetry. The result may not be great, but the effort is always worthwhile.
Sometimes what we need is a little push out the door. A small dose of unexpected encouragement to get us off the couch, literally. Jon Carr provided said encouragement when he reached out to let me know 4 September’s sunset meant business. Thanks to my friend I got out and got this shot.
I debated posting this photograph I made back on 25 August. It’s a an angle I have exploited on numerous occasions. And even though no two sunsets are the same, even I am growing worn thin by my lack of originality. (This coming from a notorious creature of habit.)
There is magic in a sunset. There is healing, comfort, and ease. There is awe in a sunset. There is the unexpected in the familiar. No matter how many times you see it, it is always unique. The sunset is the sunshine in the dark.
Time may not be on our side and yet we soldier on and endure. We bide our time, turn to our strengths and cultivate purpose to prepare for the renaissance. Time will come to order again. The arrow of time, never directionless, will reassert its dominion and the universe will unfold as it should.
Creative expression comes in many forms. Here, a day removed from my 38th birthday, I share a poem to dance with my photograph. Touching on the themes of time, age, and acceptance as we grapple with inevitability.
Reflective mirrored photography dazzles the imagination. Our own Mirror of Erised. Cedar Run’s watery mirror has me thinking on my own life. It also affords an opportunity to share some quick reflections about myself with you.
Sunset at the salt marsh delivered big time in summer 2020; and that’s with me missing several great sunsets and thunderstorms. Sunsets come in bunches and summer 2020 stands testament. Sure, winter may still hold the title, but summer means business, too.