And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
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).
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.
One final image from Pacific Grove, taken in the late morning light.