Waves -picking you up
Pushing you down
They’re always around
Waves-just like a dream
Silver and green
We live in between
They can carry you all the way to me
They can pull you out to the deep blue sea
– Blondfire Waves
There’s not one single wave in that music video, by the way. This post, on the other hand…
As a result of a large storm system slamming the Oregon and Washington coast, our coast finally witnessed some of the largest waves it’s seen in nearly a year or more. Wave-watching, along with agate-hunting, is a sport around here, as documented by our local newspaper: http://photos.times-standard.com/2014/01/12/photos-breaking-waves-on-north-jetty/
Our group opted to head north to Elk Head above Trinidad. The ground shook as we gathered in the parking lot. We missed the biggest waves that came during the cover of darkness, but it was a show nonetheless.
Due to the fog, lighting, and sea spray, most of the photos did not have a lot of contrast. To get that low key, dramatic effect you expect in wave shots, some post processing is required [like most photos, fyi! Rarely do photos come straight out of the camera perfectly, just as negatives never came out of the darkroom untouched.] If your processing software can do it, tone curves are a good way to get contrasty results. That also means you might see more wave photos coming in the next few posts, since I didn’t have time to get to all of them in this round of editing!
It happens. A nice weekend, with splendid weather [the exception and not the rule], comes about and it’s overrun with work.
Sometimes, I get jealous of people’s grand weekend plans. All the elaborate adventures they take part in, filling their conversations for the next week or so. Two days never seems like enough to have an adventure. When do you catch your breath??
While my weekends are a little on the bland side at times, I feel a twitch of embarrassment when I work all the way through them. Why yes, I did happen to get up at 6:45 am on my weekend to catch a webinar on social media and am trying to write up a training on how to give interpretive walks. In the grand scheme of it all it, it’s all molehills, not mountains. As long as I don’t let work overrun *every* weekend, and as long as I don’t “NEED” to have an adventure every weekend to feel like I am validating my life, either, I suppose keeping a good sense of perspective and loosing my weekend to work is a decent trade-off. Come the end of summer, I’ll be wondering where all the work went to anyway.
It was the second day of our ‘rainy season’ on which I discovered a ‘water-resistant’ jacket wouldn’t cut it.
I wasn’t brave enough to break out the camera during the hour we spent walking around in the rain. We found a nice dead fish, a chiton who had seen better days [days when he wasn’t being eaten alive by a snail and hermit crab], and some anemones that looked like they were trying to replicate the fall color change.
The giggling calls of black oystercatchers and black turnstones made the dreary beach a little more tolerable as we plodded under the falling rain drops. I snapped a couple of shots with the camera phone before we waved the white flag. I did get a decent shot of the chiton in his slow motion wriggling. His mouth is toward the right. Even though they are herbivores by definition, they will eat whatever microorganism that fails to get out of the way. What a way to go, scooped up by a magnetite reinforced radula [think tongue covered in tiny teeth]!
The horizon was considerably lighter and so resident meteorologist decided that we could wait out the rain in the car, since we were soaking through and through. After listening to a somber local NPR piece about the battle for clean water, we were finally hit by the Sun’s rays and ventured back down the bluff to the pools.
The tide was coming back up and chasing away all the birds. The crashing of the growing waves over the boulders and pebbles drown out the crashing of us over slippery rocks and boulders. I didn’t find the chiton or dead fish to photograph again, but we were being watched by a more lively crowd.
In the end, I’m not sure who watched whom more.
Last flock of Black Oystercatchers I saw.
An anemone looking good in stripes! I think it might be a Starburst anemone [from Shelter Cove].
It turned out to be a lovely end to the day.
A faint rainbow!
Thanks for looking! If you want to see more Palmer’s Point and Shelter Cove photos, they are here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/shainaniehans/sets/72157628078732406/