My sense is that all living things crave it, the solace of isolation. When I was working, it was often expressed as “Quality Quiet Time;” a chance to escape the spotlight of your own circumstance. Edward Hopper’s “Automat” conveys that message to me as does the scene above. There wasn’t another sea gull within sight when I came upon this guy, soaking up the warmth of the coming dawn, a calm, peaceful moment, alone with himself.
This lady above had given me a slight nod when she walked by with her dog, no doubt a daily ritual. When I framed the shot, my thoughts went to Hopper, Wyeth and Warhol. I grew up in a family of painters. I was told once that people who can’t paint go into photography. I couldn’t so i did. Even so, I think the rub-off has served me well. I was still roaming the beach, no doubt looking for my own solace, when she returned; her Lab glistening from a splash in the ocean. We struck up a conversation. She and her husband had just relocated from up north and were refurbishing a house a few blocks off the beach. It reinforced my belief that people who come to the beach, regardless of their station in life, all have the civility of a small town. I suppose the moral of the morning was, place no trust in appearances. Thanks for the look and have a good week. See you next time.