Photography is very much an individual piece of business. For many of us who are drawn to it, we each mine our own little niche. For me it is the beach in the off season. The solace of isolation it offers brings me peace that no other place does. When I plan a visit, fortunately a rather short drive for me. I feel the vertigo of anticipation even though I have visited thousands of times over my 72 years.
There are usually a few fellow travelers out and about when I am, all no doubt lured by the perfume of the slightly salty air that shows all who visit the same affection but who, I suspect, are primarily charmed by the solace that allows us to get reacquainted with ourselves. The constant rhythm of the ocean, the soft rush of the wind and, of course, the constantly changing dance of the sky, all combine to reawaken one’s spirits. As we age, I think we tend to start piling more and more of life into a box of sameness. Our senses dull and more of the world becomes mundane, ordinary. It’s a very slippery slope and one which photography helps me avoid. See you next time.