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Showing posts with label Waves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Waves. Show all posts

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Carpinteria Coastline


To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty . . . it beholds every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again.
Ralph Waldo Emerson - Beauty

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Fisherman

These fisherman passed by as I was photographing my sister and her friend surfing; I just felt the need to capture the boat while I had the chance. The swarm of seagulls following the boat intrigued me, as they implied the fisherman must have had a good day out at sea. Looking back at this image, I can still hear the calling birds in the distance and the waves crashing right before my feet. 

Sunday, February 12, 2012

San Simeon State Beach

San Simeon State Beach is located across from the Hearst Castle. The state beach offers spectacular views of the ocean and rocky shoreline. Visitors can also enjoy the salty sea air as they relax around picnic tables and enjoy the company of good friends, family, and food. 

Friday, February 10, 2012

San Simeon Beach

California still seems to amaze me; the views tend to be unreal with the mountainous landscapes and the beach, being seen all at once. The coastline changes from a peaceful calm beach to a jagged rough rocky coast. The strong winds created powerful waves that crashed over the rocks; creating a thunderous roar as they moved toward shore. The dark clouds moved in quickly creating this dramatic effect in the landscape and sky. 

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Nails


The finer details are often over looked either in are daily lives or in the grand scheme of things. Taking a step back to look at the big picture can make you realize some of the smaller things in life that matter just as much as the big things. I photographed this old pier, beaten and weathered from years of abuse; it stood in ruins with waves crashing around the beams. I took several photos of the over all structure, but after looking at it I found that there was a even smaller interesting subject matter within it. The old rusted nails and rough beams stood out to me as I got closer. Where boards use to lay, now only stand rows and rows of strong and sturdy nails. The beams, well worn, had scares of fire and rot apparent on them.