It seems everything is burning around us. Far too much desire to tear it all down and reign over the ashes. The dark side farce of humanities unpleasant underbelly seems to be boomeranging back once again. History is undefeated, yet the beautiful skies still burn above us indifferent to it all. Let’s rewrite our story and dare to be different, yeah?
Nothing beats the look when the salt marsh powers back up to full strength as it radiates a fresh green color like no other. It’s so fresh and full of life, it’s total rejuvenation right before the eyes. And the way it plays with the blues and pastels at sunset is unlike anything else. It’s a joy for any landscape photographer to behold and capture.
Sometimes all you need as an evening jog, some Star Wars audiobooks, chicken tenders, and some attention grabbing clouds and then, boom, a 14mm sunset photograph over Cedar Run Dock Road salt marsh in mid May happens. The sky lit up in pink pastel tones as storm clouds roll across the marsh from the western horizon.
Digging into the past. Scratching away at that pleasurable itch of nostalgia. I assume this is a feeling that comes welcomed by us all, though I admit my own Peter Pan bias may be coloring my protracted adolescent glasses a bit here. Regardless, I’m glad to revisit this fiery sunset from November 2021, which I decided to hold out on for some reason. Now if you will allow me the indulgence.
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!
Nothing wrong with going back to the familiar. Returning to what works. Finding comfort in the things we know best. While I’ve been dabbling with panning motion blur in my landscape photographs, I took a moment earlier this week to remember my roots. Tack sharp salt marsh photographs at sunset. Now if you’ll indulge me…
A wide sweeping horizon, flat and unbroken is a challenge. It is a call to action to look upon all its possibility to make a choice. What will you make of this blank canvas? How will you harness its limitless options to make one your own? What is that you see? Out there and inside yourself? Where does it take you?
Altocumulus clouds glory in reticulated patterns. Like a well kept parquet floor who’s played host to countless balls and dance. The glimmering lights waltz upon the sky shimmering and bending, passing off as the scale of the fish.
A weary world turns to 2021 seeking relief in the form of warm hug with the tender promise everything’s going to be all right. We’re ready for something positive. 2020 set a low bar and should not be hard to better, nevertheless let’s make sure we bounce back together. Let’s go.
A powerful December sunset smolders deep. Burning yellow, orange red flame reflected atop the derelict ruins of Rands Marina. The entire Great Bay Boulevard Wildlife Management Area salt marsh burns bright as colder temperatures and winter weather approach. Cards on the table this is my best sunset photograph in five years.