Do you remember laying on your back, looking at the clouds in the sky and trying to see characters and shapes. Did you call out to our friends, hey look that's a rabbit.... or that's looks like a witch on her broom... Relaxing in the summer sun without a care in the world, this is the joy of childhood. Of course now we are adults we don't do that anymore, how silly...or maybe not. Do we take the time, make the time to just relax. Sure our lives are busier and we have more responsibilities, but that doesn't mean things like watching the clouds are only for children. In this case Kelly pointed out the dog on the cloud.
The image reminds me of lazy summer evenings at the beach, warm winds and relaxing meals. In truth the wind was cold, it is still early spring, and we were miles from the sea. Still it was a nice way to watch the sun set.
A little while back Les and I were lucky enough to head out on a foggy morning. One of my favorite images from that trip was of the tree, not because of the image but because of the mist around the tree and the way it isolated it from the background. The bottom half of the image, especially in black white, looked great but the top half just wasn't as good.
That's when I remembered an image I had seen by Wyn Bullock, and I had a moment of inspiration. I found an image of light rays piercing through thick dark grey clouds and blended the two images together. It added a sense of drama to the image that I liked to fit the bottom half of the image.
Beaches are ever changing, the sand gets moved from one area to another, debris gets washed up then washed away. The rocks change as well, weathered by the storms and the waves they take on interesting shapes and patterns, revealing the destructive forces at play.
On Saturday morning Les headed to one of Tim Bond's favorite beaches. The images he has been posting of this area are stunning, so we thought it was time to try it for ourselves. Our hope was to catch the first rays of sunlight before the storm promised in the forecast descended. Through the side window of the truck I could see in the near dark skies that the clouds were looking heavy but hadn't lowered as much as I might have expected.
I have always loved images where graceful lines lead the viewer off into a beautiful misty seascape. But finding these structures can be hard. A few years ago I saw an image of the breakwater at Patea, that looked like it might work. I hoped it was just a case of waiting for a nice stormy day with a good helping of clouds.