In America, driving northwest til you can drive no more, then hiking til you can hike no more, you reach the edge: where the waves crash against the cliffs, and vessels like "The Ship at the Edge of the World" are as sirens...
Cape Flattery: July 6, 2023.
Vaguely menacing, post-apocalyptic vibes; perhaps unusual for this area, but when the fog rolls in from the deep blue sea and the light hits just right...well...
My capture from Redondo Beach, "Sunset in Sepia".
If only those branches could talk and tell their tales...
My capture from the Grand Canyon, "Do Trees Dream of the Big Sky?".
A bit abstract but it does have a certain classic quality, doesn't it? I've always been a sucker for pretty color gradients...
My very own piece, "Sunbeams in twilight".
The colors in this just came out so vividly. From a sunset last September, "Blue Hour at Hermosa Beach".
This looks so much like those art photos you'd hang up on the wall, only no fancy camera or even editing was needed: just point and shoot with your iPhone! Such is like in Hermosa Beach, where you see "A Sunset Fit to Frame".
When you look up at the sky and for a split second a vision appears, a reminder of that which was...and may never be again.
My artwork, "Ghosts of the flag".
"Farewell, Day that Was"; cities may fall, California disintegrate, but a Pacific sunset is always a Pacific sunset. One of winter's gentlest storm fronts frames an orange crush of a dusk, as the waves of the distant sea reflect it.
It might look wintry, but looks can be deceptive, for this is summer. Summer north of the arctic circle, where the sun is above the horizon even at this midnight hour and shining a pillar of light into the icy clouds. My capture from Riksgränsen, "Northern Light".
TFW you're at home on your cliff, you set up your telescope, and look out at that smoll boat out there after sunset, when the darkness dances with the waves. A new photo from yours truly, "Twilight in the Spyglass".
"Technically it wouldn't be incest, but masturbation" rebuts Twilight.
Dark, vivid, and utterly frame-able: my capture of a pretty sunset in the eastern United States one torrid evening.