Do you find it irritating when people take photos of the same dang thing over and over again, like the waves at a particular small beach in Half Moon Bay, and think that other people will find it as endlessly fascinating as they do?
It’s almost as bad as people who just can’t get enough of their own puppy or baby shots.
It won’t happen again.
We have a particular stretch of beach that we rarely visit without our camera, but it’s not what you think.
Okay, in part it’s the thrill of the big boomers accompanying a high surf advisory after a storm that, without the stalwart intervention of The Big Rocks, would surely rip us away in a Current of Doom.
But that’s so cliche.
While, this–a ridiculously wonderful man playing with his ADORABLE puppy at sunset with little lapper wavelets kissing the sand*–is so NOT cliche.
What?? It’s contextually appropriate: waves, rock, light…
The secret, our friends, to endless fascination in location-redundant wave photography lies not in the spectacular, any more than the appreciation of cloud photography is found only in several dandy shots of tornadoes at 400 yards.
And, this secret is only accessible via photography and its inherent ability to slow a wave down to a single moment in time, AND… you played this game as a kid, only then it was called “what shape do you see in the clouds?”
See the snowflake?
No two waves are the same, yet they happen so fast that without a freeze-frame, we can only catch the artistry in the subconscious. Waves explode really, really quickly.
This explains (to us) why some people can visit the same beach every day of the year, year after year, and never get bored with the scenery, while others go once, figure they got all the sand, water, beach glass, yadda yadda figured out, and they’re good, thanks.
We think the parties of the first part have minds that soak in all those amazing lightening-fast shapes and ideas, and then those minds play the images back to them at a more leisurely pace in their sleep. The next morning, they’re standing in that lovely, warm, and safe twilight zone in the shower and… PAF! A brilliant idea appears “out of the blue.”
Ever noticed how some types of creative communities congregate at the coastlines? Waves, dude… channels for the Muse.
Sometime it may even work retroactively. For instance, here I can clearly see the crochet circles of my Grandma Fentiman’s Christmas tree ornaments that she made a few years before she died.
Is it any wonder we feel so connected and comforted and whole down by the water?
Just as with clouds, you can see the speed of charging horses…
… and the fearsomeness of huge “Monsters, Inc.” style beasties charging in on you, gargantuous hairy paws grabbing at your head over the only line of defense, poor rocks… Hold on, rocks!
So, aren’t you glad that the only actual hairy paws you’ll have to deal with from the beach will need to be rinsed gently in clear water before coming in the house so they don’t get sand all over the couch or develop an allergic reaction to salt water between the toes?
We thought so.
* I know that should be an actual em dash, but I don’t know how to do the html coding for that. Rick does, but he’s not at home right now, which is why I was able to sneak in such sweet photos of him with Winnie at the beach. It was worth it, right?