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.
Welcome to my sunset photography archive
Here's my complete archive of sunset photography. Most photographs are here made in southern Ocean County, New Jersey. Let us share the beauty of New Jersey's coastline, salt marsh, and Pinelands forest. Some of my favorite sunsets include Ruinous Splendor, We Face the Path of Time, and Still the Sirens Call. Now get out there and chase some light!
New Jersey photographer Greg Molyneux shares his latest hospital scare the day after capturing a sunset out on Cedar Run Dock Road salt marsh. Heart issues continue to weigh heavily on his mind, and has him shaken to the core. Stay healthy out there, and take care of yourselves, my friends.
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.
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…
What happens when area mean with camera meets sci-fi meets video games? Well, Samus Aran shinesparking across the sunset sky is what apparently. I’ve been doing a fair amount of pan shot motion blur photography of late, and this has coincided with Metroid Dread launching, and well, now I seem to see Samus everywhere I turn. Seriously, she’s such a bad ass, and I love this shot.
The distance between insufferable isolation and serene solitude is near indistinguishable. It’s as if both states coexist as two layers laid atop each other. It’s a parallel world of contentedness vs. suffering. We must be cautious when decided someone’s loneliness for them, for we may never know if they are roiling or at peace. Therefore we would do well to always choose kindness and compassion.
Is the call coming back? Has the voice imploring me to return to making photographs grown louder and more urgent in recent weeks? Can I find inspiration and growth in making photographs once again? Is there more waiting for me in this space? I hope so, and I think so.
Observing the lifecycle of flowers—from bloom to doom—sets the mind thinking to our own aging arc. At middle age the flower of my youth is long gone making all this time alone more intense and frightening.
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?
Tectonic forces do their work. Ploughing their inescapable hell slowly and without discrimination. They grind—hard. Such is their subtlety as to be motionless to the eye though with a power as immovable as gravity.