Tag: frozen
For You
Vibes are real. Sunday scaries are a thing. Winter sunsets are great. Language is ephemeral, sunsets are forever. Have a great week, friends.
Fractured
A smooth sheet of ice if a metaphor for cohesion. A coming together of tiny molecules in their quadrillions brought together by environmental forces to unify and grow stronger together. Apply some heat and friction and attack it where its weakest and it fractures and devolves back to liquid. Will we let the heat and…
Back?
There’s something incredible that happens to our salt marsh mid-Atlantic world when it becomes locked in ice. The patterns, the fractals, the color and the grace emerge with a size, strength, and grace unto its own. It’s transformative and an absolute joy to photograph.
Winter Turn
Feels like an age since I’ve made eyes with a proper winter scene on the salt marsh. Almost forgot how profoundly calming it can be, even with biting temperatures further sharpened by wind. Let this be the start of a great year of winter photography for southern New Jersey!
Ice World Ignition
Ice, snow, disused docks, and a high power sunset reflecting on frozen bay water bring wintertime drama to Great Bay Boulevard.
When Winter Comes
A fine winter sunset settles in over a frozen and snowy Cedar Run Dock Road salt marsh.
A Pearl in Winter
Antoinetta’s Waterfront Restaurant. My old stomping grounds. Undoubtedly one of my favorite locations to photograph. It holds sway as an idyllic bayside vista. She’s a fine structure worked in a modern Victorian motif. This joy of design stands tall at the east end of Cedar Run Dock Road. A seaside beauty for sure. Oh, and…
Sand to Snow
Harvey Cedars locked in ice. A beach paradise locked and bound in frozen bonds of wind driven snow, ice and unstoppable cold. The arctic has found its way south and wrought with it a landscape better tuned to penguins. Trudging through Harvey Cedars Sunset Park I felt myself alternating discomfort and awe. Foremost was the…
Where do we go from here?
Tucked in among the lifeless grasses, cloistered from the outside world though hardly sheltered from its inhospitable cold, I made my stand—kneeling. With an icy tripod widened and set to its lowest setting, I was low and I was close to a wee bit of opening—revealing a low level glimpse out to the frozen lake…