“There are times when the ocean is not the ocean-not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: ferocity on a scale only gods can summon. It hurls itself at the island, sending spray right over the top of the rocks, biting pieces off the cliff. And the sound is a roaring of a beast whose anger knows no limits.”
― M. L. Stedman – The Light Between Oceans
The Pacific Ocean seemed angry. For days the sky was covered with clouds, as the dark, angry waters were crashing into rocks, splattering into the air. So loud, so powerful, so predictable. It was cold, foggy and rainy, exactly like I imagined the northern coast of Oregon would be. Simple and amazing. Just sky and water playing the old love song.
This photograph perfectly captures the experience of those few days. Out long walks down the beach in the cold, listening to the never ending hum of the ocean, as the waves rushed over to our feet, to slowly return back, and do it all over again. And again. And again.
I just recently printed this photograph on metal, with a white under film and it turned out amazing. the detail is beyond real. Looks great in a natural light.
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