Shooting water is always a delight. Capable of taking on so many forms, the photographer is never bored. An early morning walk along the shore's edge, I found this sandpiper doing his thing: Down to the water's edge to looks for sandcrabs, run furiously back towards the refuge of the sand as the wave breaks. Nature's ballet appearing with grace.
Water, in all its' magnificence is amazing. Still, utterly silent in a lake or pond, or small veins of life as it trickles through a maze of rock and silt on a hillside in the mountains, water can transform itself to whatever geographical zip code it resides in.
The ocean's magic is in the tide's method of crashing unto the sand with force, only to be gently pulled back to the ocean by the invisible forces of nature and gravity. The water also keeps its' voice ever changing. Whether the roar of the tide, or the absence of sound coming from an untouched mountain lake - water never disappoints.
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listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go”
e.e.cummings
The stairways to heaven? No, the steps to the Devil's Kitchen, located within Colorado National Monument. In the lower right corner, a splash of red, Indian Paintbrush, gives the impression of what lies ahead.
The monument, "discovered" by John Otto at the turn of the 20th century, has given over 100 years of screaming scenery to all those who venture through the gates. Bikers, hikers and photo-adventurers alike flock to this little slice of heaven on earth to capture what is free - Silence.
Who knew that in the southwest corner of Colorado, The Devil's Kitchen had the aroma of something so enticing.
