There are some magical days when the world conspires to make the conditions perfect for photography. My morning at Beavertail Park was one such day: at dawn, with clear skies and the tide coming in. (In fact, several waves washed over my feet and I almost got myself stranded out on a set of rocks!) It didn’t seem to matter where you pointed your camera…there was a beautiful scene there just waiting to be captured.
I apologize that this series of pictures is so long. Moreover, there will be one other set and then a third, where some fisheye shots are compared to their straightened counterparts. But honestly, I could post this many again; we had a devil of a time whittling the list down to these.
As to special photography days like this, my motto is now: Luck—don’t hope for it, count on it!
Before viewing the photographs, I would also like to invite you to visit the poetry blog, the Book of Pain. As always, special thanks to my dearest Lyn, She Of Great Taste In All Things But Men, who does most of the photo selection. Thank you for dropping by the Book of Bokeh.
At the very tip of the point, occasionally, a large, rising wave crest swelling from the left would meet an equally large rising wave crest swelling from the right, the crash between the two creating this unique wave spout.
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