Ever feel like you are under water holding your nose? The travails of everyday life and work tossing up challenges, making it hard to breathe? Feel like you are sitting on the bottom of a pool, or under the ocean, while the world and life just swims past, then away?
Is there an answer, I don’t know, and I’m not sure if even having one helps. I still try to be idealistically hopeful, but age, experience and reality temper my vision of the world.
I often resort to staying away from people, trying to find stillness in the contemplation of quite places.
Feeling this way, and knowing my partner Melody is experiencing similar frustrations, we drive to Red Point in Jervis Bay National Park, and I immerse myself in the landscape taking photographs.
At high tide, waves lapping the base of the cliff under Red Point have eroded a funnel. At low tide wading birds feed idyllically in the shallow waters of the rock shelf.
The beach is often empty, and when there is a gentle breeze from the northwest, a stillness comes over the waters lapping on the white sands curving around the bay to the point.
When the tide turns, a few waves begin to break on the rock platorms. Now the waders, a bit like us, avoid the waves and getting wet.
I can imagine the birds thinking or saying, “Run quick or hold your breath!” Perhaps there is an answer after all.
The top two photos were taken with my Brownie No.2 F, on TMax 400 and stand developed in Adonal(1.100). The remainder of the photos were taken using my Chamonix 045F1 view camera, Rodenstock Apo-Sironar-S 150mm lens, on Fomapan 100 film, and developed in a mix of Xtol(1.2)+Adonal(1.200).
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If you hadn’t explained that you used two different cameras, I might not have guessed. Those No. 2 Brownies do remarkable work.
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Gorgeous work
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A lovely spot well photographed. The first shot says the most to me because I can just imagine those boulders riding under large waves up the rock face and back down, abrading the curve ever deeper. They sit there like agents of change. And perhaps they also abrade, in small increments, the travails of everyday human existence for those that care to seek them out.
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