Thank you!

Thanks to everyone who came by Keith's place for our first art show.  I got to see some old friends, and make a few new ones.  I hope all of you enjoyed our exhibition.  While today's hi-tech monitors allow home viewers the luxury of seeing things conveniently with crystal clarity, there is really nothing like seeing prints or canvas in person.  Images come to life, certain colors and shapes appeal to you and draw you in, just the way they should.  When that happens, I know I am on the right track with my craft.

If you enjoy photos of the ocean, waves, and everyday life at the beach, bookmark this page www.sdfap.com and give me a return visit every so often.  My fascination of breaking waves and ocean life will keep me going back to the shore at every opportunity, so I will be posting new images to my Beach-Waves gallery on a regular basis.   Also, many of my beach photographs are taken at sundown, so you might find that perfect ocean scene you are looking for in the Sunset gallery.

Purple Moon

The Phone Call

Black-Bottom Pool

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Petals

Zooming in on this ranunculus revealed tiny reflections of light on the very edges of the petals, that I otherwise would have never seen.  (click the photo to see a larger image)

Visit to the Ocean

A brilliant blue sky greeted me at the ocean's door.  I was welcomed at once by cool rushes of little waves at my feet, almost as if asking me to dance.  Of course I obliged as many as I could, while the others ebbed back and forth, painting pictures just for me in the sand with a palette of browns, golds, and black.  I slowly turned this way and that, trying my best to catch a glimpse of each one revealed as the waves receded.  With each new creation, a crowd of bubbles would gather for their regular critique, then scurry away, all a-buzz with chatter about their next arrival.  While I waited for their return, I watched each moment fade in the water as it disappeared below the sand.


Although I longed for each second as soon as it was gone, a deep breath of air off the pounding surf helped to quell my melancholy mood.  The ocean wind blew a strand of hair from my eyes to reveal a horizon of shimmering lights as each swell reached up at just the right angle to catch the sun.  Every wave perfect, every wave different.  Each starts as a deep blue, the very top breaks downward into a sheet of absolutely unparalleled aquamarine blue as the falling water thins out, then crashes to the surface into an explosion of white.  They beckoned me to come closer, compared to them I am a mere whisper.  Their voices are a lullaby to me, and put me at such ease that their absence causes an emptiness that nothing else can ever fulfill.

I kept telling myself it was time to go, but the hypnotic rhythm of the tide was much too soothing to leave just yet.  I walked back to catch up with the bubbles to say our goodbyes for the day.  As I turned to face the ocean, the setting sun presented me its gift of a million stars shining up from the water.  And as I walked away, I looked back over my shoulder to see the water one more time, only to realize the ocean had stolen my heart in hope of my return.  Then, not wanting to reveal our secret rendez-vous to unsuspecting passers-by, the waves washed away my footprints like I was never there.  :)

Summer Bloom

Lily

Sarah's Waves

Greenery

Soft Rose

Fireworks Collage

Sailboat Sunset

Beach Birds

Night Surfing

Rose in Rain

Water Drops

Rose Top

Island Sunset