All photographs tagged here have been taken with a 14mm f/2.8 L II lens.
I am overwhelmed. I struggle to keep up. It is hard to keep faith. If I had a towel I would surely throw it in. Signs of a well executed plan. Flood the zone. Drain the brain. Laugh whenever plebeians complain.
I am done laughing.I can no longer maintain.
You are stronger than you might think you are.
—Hulk
My evening gift for you all to chase away the Sunday scaries—a Dock Road sunset from just over a week ago. A high quality winter burn. Enough of the deck painted up in pastel hues to really crank up the glow highlighting the sedge. For but five minutes time suspends as though weightless and the dormant brown super charges in a pink infusion. As if Goku himself were powering up. Palpable vibes.
2024 coming in hot! At this point years flip about as fast as single pages on a tear away calendar. It’s a gift to grow old. An opportunity to experience the relativity of time mounting years speed ever swifter.
Continuing my quest to rip through my 2023 backlog. I made this photograph at Dock Road on 30 November 2023. Happy to have another motion blur shot. I’m developing quite a gallery in this style, and it is a trend I will continue.
How are we feeling heading into 2024, friends?
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Socked in on a Saturday. 23 September 2023 at 3:30 p.m. EDT, Tropical Storm Ophelia dumps heavy rains across the mid-Atlantic buffeting southern Ocean County, NJ, with steady winds. I’m hoping my LBI friends are managing the storm surge. As for me, I sit comfortably at my large oaken desk watching this week’s Nintendo Voice Chat on YouTube while typing to you, Internet friends.
This here sunset photo looks back to Thursday when the outer fringes of Ophelia first spun up high level cirrus clouds over the region. This high cloud deck brought a fine end of day light show over Cedar Run Dock Road’s salt marsh. A fiery of sign of the weather to come. Of course, Friday’s burn managed to one up this but I wasn’t out to capture it. I was busy scarfing down hibachi for those looking for the but why no picture, Greg? rationale.
I hope you’re all weathering out the storm in the safety of home, surrounded by friends and family. It’s the perfect kind of day to kick back under covers to watch The Lord of the Rings. I also recommend having some soup, stew, or braise going. Tis the season, y’all. Be safe, and be well.
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Take leave
pay heed
Hear your body take time to breathe
Unwind
free mind
In the moment your soul will find
Destress
full press
Permit yourself the chance to rest
Be still
free will
Heal your heart and hope will fill
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Not much beats the salt marsh in June. It’s about as good as a flat, horizontal landscape can look. For me it’s the way the newborn emerald green sedge grass complements a royal blue sky at golden hour. This power trio realizes its highest level in early summer; running about mid-June through the fourth of July. Pair this with dramatic clouds fed by a tropical airmass and you have yourself a proper summertime treat. Real glad I took a moment out of my day to make it to the Dock Road marsh last night.
Cheers, and I hope you are all doing well.
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Chasing sunsets was not on my big card yesterday. Between the Yankees/Rays game, a four mile jog, The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom, and the promise of pizza at mom’s house, my docket was full. Plenty of clouds were driving a daylong overcast sky, much needed rain threatened though it never delivered much more than a few fat drops here and there. It didn’t seem an option.
It wasn’t until I was backing out of my driveway and making my way up the street that I noticed a piercing orange crack in the western horizon. Little shimmers of colors powering their way through the trees and houses of my neighborhood. The clouds had real texture, too. I checked the clock. 19 minutes to sunset. Time to pivot. I circled back to my house, grabbed my camera gear and made for Dock Road. I am sure glad I did.
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Familiar jaunts to familiar haunts. The road back to a place that shaped me. Long before photography was the marsh. Long after photography the marsh will be. Ever present, forever here unyielding. Soft sings the subtlety of change slow molding even the deepest firmament. Its work known only to the keenest eyes draped by long years put to the service in the knowing.
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