Another wave rushes in, then recedes. Another wave rushes in; recedes. And so it continues, never quite the same, always similar. One sits and watches, and wonders whose human eyes first watched the waves at dusk along this shore. One sits and wonders whose human eyes will watch these waves for the last time, and what will remain. What will outlive us?
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You take my breath away.
That is a crystal-clear, hi-definition picture! The colors, mood and atmosphere are all conveyed effectively! What kind of camera do you use?
Zhoen, thanks. Places like this get into your blood; leave you struggling for words. :^)
Samurai, this is a curious one — I've sat on it for a while, because it didn't initially grab me, yet, when I looked at it again this morning (almost by chance), it seemed to leap out at me. Odd... The camera's a Canon 20D (8 Megapixel SLR); old by current standards but it does the job if I do mine :^)
Good photograph, Pete! I like the sharp rock at the front, and the overall atmosphere of the place.
Greg, thanks. That foreground rock does seem crucial.
wow! I never knew water can seem like hair/fur that way! the still shot is very inspired, the rocks play a major part in this shot. the waves far away seem like they're still, and the shore-invading one is super-fast, like two different sets. you immortalized the moment very well.
D.V.A. thanks. It'd take a lot to make me tire of photographing coasts and rivers. They're never quite the same from moment to moment.
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