Weather in the southeast US has forced shifts in travel plan, meaning more editing time. Fingering through hundreds of images sheds new thoughts on creations weeks and months past. Three months ago I was standing in the humid morning Light; A beach on the Caribbean shore of Costa Rica. No image obligations, just sand, surf and shorebirds to play with.
Light merged with liquid, pouring over sand, cresting off surf, illuminating sea, silhouetting sandpipers. Light casting a monochrome brassy-gold glaze over all it touched.
The morning was like being a guardian of the moment, less about creating, instead more about recognizing what was. It is the hardest and simplest of photography. It requires stepping out of the way. Trusting the eyes. Letting the Light speak, letting it shine in.
