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…
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!
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.
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.
A life in solitude may yet be a life well lived. Trials and tribulations shape the isolated travelers journey through this life. In solitude exploration and self discovery take place. A chance to uncover who we are and what we’re all about. His is the path of solitude.