Maybe it is the salt or the sense of adventure or the stirring of the waves, but I cannot resist shooting film at the beach. It is the perfect atmosphere for a film photographer: relaxed, meditative, yet teeming with life and a constant motion. This is a collection of that harmony.
San Jose del Cabo, Mexico
A series of three photos: a fisherman, his struggle and his catch.
It appears the sea has made a formidable barrier. I am not surprised if she is sick of humans wading their toes in.
Smart seals learn where to find their next meal. Instead of the turbulent waters, they prey on the empathy of fishermen.
Manzanita, OR
I traveled to Chicago in February, but I much prefer the gentle summer winds of the Oregon Coast. Sand and grass pushed and pulled from sea to land to sea.
Cannon Beach
Many creatures gallop across the sandy ridge leading to Cannon Beach, but none quite like this rugrat.
Rory, my golden retriever, was probably searching for my dad. She has no idea that Haystack Rock is famous. Silly dog, haven’t you seen how cool puffins are!?
Doesn’t matter the beach, you will find rocks, water and fishermen.
Gearheart
My friend’s shadow reflects in the sand. I wonder where she is headed?
A beach is a place for fishermen and dogs and wind and prey. It is also a place of miskept hair and strolls and appreciation.
