I just happened to be at the beach for a few hours and got to see the moon rising over the ocean. Nothing I have not seen before but I actually had a camera with me to photograph it. I decided to add it to my landscape gallery. I was doing a photoshoot for a friend using the sunset at the beach as a backdrop, I was lucky and had the moon rising on the other end of the beach to use as well. The shoot went very well. If you would like to purchase a print just click on the image.
A perfect combination I have always loved the mountains even though I have never lived there. It has always been a dream of mine to have a cabin sitting on top of one. It is just something about how I feel when I am there that makes them different from anywhere else I go.
I was 18 years old before I ever saw the ocean. The water and waves are amazingly beautiful. The power of the ocean amazes me, but after a few moments there I am ready to leave. When I am in the mountains it is completely different, yet I never get to spend more than a day or so there. I never want to leave though.
Although their beauty shines brightly in the fall the mountains are beautiful year round. Whether covered with snow, trees with no leaves on them or a green summer sunset, they are truly amazing.
I wrote a poem many years ago to someone while standing on a mountain. It started like this. "High upon a Hill I stand, Just staring at this wonderland. Looking out as far as I can see, at what God has given you and me. I have no worries, I have nothing to do. Just a breathtaking sight of a sky so blue. I Often wonder if people understand, why God created this wonderland? Well, I think I do, he put it here for me and you" That was how I felt about the mountains more than twenty years ago, I still feel the same way.
For every landscape photo I capture there is usually a thought behind it, or a reason I am standing where I am standing. I wasn't searching for anything but answers inside my mind, but something else grabbed my attention, and I photographed it. My photos don't sell for hundreds or thousands of dollars like others are able to do. They don't tell a story that others can understand, and the thoughts I had while there are not explainable. My reason for being there was different when I got there than it was when I left. Somewhere in between those times a dream silently passed through my mind, then faded away with the darkness, only for me to dream another day. For a few moments though I found the world to be perfect, perfectly silent, perfectly still, perfect to be photographed, so I did.
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