Two Worlds, Twilight

The Moon over Klamath Point, California

We ate soup from the tin, heated in a camp stove on Klamath Point, big intertidal swells rolling in strong. We waited until long after the sun sank below the marine boundary layer and violet enveloped the Earth to catch the moon above a massive boulder on the beach. Two stones from the same soup, separated by a few billion years and a frame of beautiful, negative space.

The earth is new

Were I to spent half as much time putting together blog posts as I do running about with my camera or post-processing images - I might actually have a decent blog going here. One image per day projects, I find, leave me with 25 or so outstanding images at year's end and 340, well, other images. I wanted to focus on the 25 images worth sharing.

When I have an image I really like, I tend to delay posting it - often planning to post it as part of a series or alongside thoughts not yet worked into words. The upshot of this strategy is that there are often images that I love which are greatly delayed in making their appearance on the blog. This is one such image.

This image is a perfect example of the compressive effect of memory. We spent many nights in and around the redwood forests, but this evening stands out above the others. Looking at the image, I can taste the beer we had after dinner and feel the dark, bluster of cold evening rolling in from offshore.