Pescadero, CA
Images from Pescadero State Beach, California, February 2011
A sunny, windy day at the ocean, at one of my favorite places by the ocean, that I never fail to stop at if I'm in the region. I've had many powerful experiences here at Pescadero: finding my first dreamstone; camping in the redwoods a mile inland after watching the sunset here; the archway under the cliffs at various times of the year, filled with smooth brown sand, or whipped open to a channel of jagged multicolor rocks covered with green sea-grass, tidepools surrounding the carved channel; making photographs in all kinds of weather; making love once in the sun on the rocks, naked when no one was around. A place that has given me visions, some of my better photographs, poems and more poems, landscape art sculpture, and more often than not, the peace of a quieted heart.
wave patterns on skin of stone
crescent moon wave finger lovers touch
the secret gull's secret home
net of waves weaver's loom of tide against sunrise calling along
explicit coastline roofbeams and rough driftwood walls become stone
ephemera coral white intrusive in blackveined seafloor fragment rock
whitewind wavecrash laugh high in bright air falling at foot of blackcliff
oceanbed wind memory here where orogeny and omega align see what
destined crumble there is to descend devour crash and endless erode away
rock in sand becoming sand over rock becoming sand in wave over rock
till every tide push and pull pools underhill underground making a new
rough angle of shore solid against infinite moving shore
berm of peninsula raised in arroyo salute to sea salt sun
A sunny, windy day at the ocean, at one of my favorite places by the ocean, that I never fail to stop at if I'm in the region. I've had many powerful experiences here at Pescadero: finding my first dreamstone; camping in the redwoods a mile inland after watching the sunset here; the archway under the cliffs at various times of the year, filled with smooth brown sand, or whipped open to a channel of jagged multicolor rocks covered with green sea-grass, tidepools surrounding the carved channel; making photographs in all kinds of weather; making love once in the sun on the rocks, naked when no one was around. A place that has given me visions, some of my better photographs, poems and more poems, landscape art sculpture, and more often than not, the peace of a quieted heart.
wave patterns on skin of stone
crescent moon wave finger lovers touch
the secret gull's secret home
net of waves weaver's loom of tide against sunrise calling along
explicit coastline roofbeams and rough driftwood walls become stone
ephemera coral white intrusive in blackveined seafloor fragment rock
whitewind wavecrash laugh high in bright air falling at foot of blackcliff
oceanbed wind memory here where orogeny and omega align see what
destined crumble there is to descend devour crash and endless erode away
rock in sand becoming sand over rock becoming sand in wave over rock
till every tide push and pull pools underhill underground making a new
rough angle of shore solid against infinite moving shore
berm of peninsula raised in arroyo salute to sea salt sun
Labels: abstract realism, ocean, photography, poem
posted by Art Durkee at 2:28 AM
6 Comments:
Great photos, i like them so much, congratulations. Can you tell me what device you use? Thanks
These were made with a Canon EOS Rebel DSLR camera, my main still camera these days. Mostly shot in B&W mode, some shot in color and converted to B&W later.
You've captured the essence of the sea here, Art, and all its strange and magical connections in which we can revel us. Thanks.
Thanks, E. A lot of the visual patterns in this set of photos made me feel those connections. Of course, it's different every day there.
Beautiful images, Art! Reminds me of the film The Seventh Seal. The sea works well in shades of grey.
Thanks. Wow. I just saw The Seventh Seal again not too long ago. I'm sure that some of Bergman's compositions and imagery have been influential on a lot of us visual artists. Great stuff.
B&W is great for patterns and shapes, ennit?
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