Photography: Lines, Frames, Shadows

A Revisit to Fort Cinch Fishing Pier

Photographing lines, frames, shadows and light reflections are a favorite for us and we are never without many opportunities when traveling for architectural, industrial and city shoots.   These subjects are always in our thinking when we travel to ocean and mountain destinations as well.  The “one-half mile long  bridge” (Fort Cinch Pier) from land to ocean is one of those great spots to capture the varying lines and shadows that frame the scene before you as you walk out and return.  One must not get lost in the capture of them to forget the beauty of light, colors and scene before them.  Our motto: Study the scene but also capture the lines, frames and shadows.

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See our earlier photography and informational post on the Fort Cinch Pier here.
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Mesmerized by Watercolors

I am mesmerized by the beauty of watercolors in nature and art.  How can we not be awestruck by the glorious shades of an evening sunset or morning sunrise?  They are the beauty in nature which encapsulates a feast of the eyes, a letter written on our hearts and the place we find beauty and respite from the cares of life. It is no wonder then that so much of our literature includes them.  As photographers, we MUST capture them at every opportunity in every place in our world.  For us, a return to the Marshes of Amelia Island, Florida and South Carolina give us photography enough art for a lifetime. They are in our estimation the joy in photography and art.

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I Fly at Dawn

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SOMETIMES I fly at dawn above the sea,
Where, underneath, the restless waters flow—
Silver, and cold, and slow.
Dim in the east there burns a new-born sun,
Whose rosy gleams along the ripples run,
Save where the mist droops low,
Hiding the level loneliness from me.

And now appears beneath the milk-white haze
A little fleet of anchored ships, which lie
In clustered company,
And seem as they are yet fast bound by sleep,
Although the day has long begun to peep,
With red-inflamèd eye,
Along the still, deserted ocean ways.

The fresh, cold wind of dawn blows on my face
As in the sun’s raw heart I swiftly fly,
And watch the seas glide by.
Scarce human seem I, moving through the skies,
And far removed from warlike enterprise—
Like some great gull on high
Whose white and gleaming wings beat on through space.

Then do I feel with God quite, quite alone,
High in the virgin morn, so white and still,
And free from human ill:
My prayers transcend my feeble earth-bound plaints-
As though I sang among the happy Saints
With many a holy thrill—
As though the glowing sun were God’s bright Throne.

My flight is done. I cross the line of foam
That breaks around a town of grey and red,
Whose streets and squares lie dead
Beneath the silent dawn—then am I proud
That England’s peace to guard I am allowed;
Then bow my humble head,
In thanks to Him Who brings me safely home.*

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Blessed be the name of the Lord
from this time forth and forevermore.
From the rising of the sun to its setting,
the name of the Lord is to be praised!
Psalm 113:2,3

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*The Dawn Patrol By Paul Bewsher
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