Travel, Photograph, Experience
Notes on a journey
Final Images from Carmel Trip
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
Fern Hill
I’m finally finishing up Lightroom work for my trip to Carmel and Big Sur. These were’t part of the photo tour, just stuff I discovered when I returned to shoot locations we had covered on the tour (or with the Carmel Beach images, the beach just down from my little hotel).
The misty morning thing is what Carmel seems to wake up to most mornings.
Even into late June, the mist gets thick on Carmel mornings. And like the Lovers Beach shoot, the mist adds an almost primal element, a sense of life being reborn.
Dylan Thomas’ Fern Hill captures the feeling best:
And as I was green and carefree,
…In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,…
And nothing is as joyful as a golden retriever following the call of DNA.
I darkened the edges of this to pull out the deeper shape.
One final image from Pacific Grove, taken in the late morning light.
I set shutter speed a bit low for this one, 1/50, so I could get some wave motion blur. Somehow that gives the scene a more visceral edge. Slowing the waves down more seemed too much, pulling focus from the rest of the scene.
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