Life on the Edge
Life on the Edge soundskind of harsh for a photographic collection of quiet beaches and environment ofthe coast line. But when you thinkabout it, beaches are the edges of land. Land stops, ocean begins.
Typically when one thinks of the beach one thinks ofcrowds, suntan oil, sun, sand, surf, and in general a good time to get away andwork on one’s tan. For me, this istruly life on the edge - of sanity. When Ithink of going to the beach, however, I think of sounds and solitude; the keyingredients to relaxation. Thesound of the surf, the sound of the sea birds, the sound of the wind, the soundof the sand under my feet as I walk along (quiet as it is). For me the beach is a symphony ofsounds that add to the experience that ultimately results in my being relaxedas I depart. Of course the beachesI tend to go to don’t have a great many people on them, at least not during thetimes I go there.
For me the best time to go to the beach is right arounddawn, or sunset, or when there’s a storm or, oddly enough, in the offseason. As a photographer I amcursed with an acute sense of sight. I am always looking for things out of the ordinary no matter howsmall. Many times ‘out of theordinary’ is something that is there right in plain sight but most people walkright by without noticing. When Igo to the beach I am looking for those things that bring me to the beach. I am looking for that quietness, thatserenity, that solitude, and that peace that so often evades us when we go tothe beach during “seasonal hours”.
When I leave a beach I find myself refreshed from thesea breeze and the sounds that accompany being on a mostly empty beach. I strongly recommend it to anyone whois caught in the everyday onslaught of life and try going to a beach that isunpopulated and sit and listen to the music Mother Nature is playing foryou. It may take some practice,but I can assure you that once you learn to listen you’ll quite possibly wonderwhy you never tried this before.
Life on the Edge soundskind of harsh for a photographic collection of quiet beaches and environment ofthe coast line. But when you thinkabout it, beaches are the edges of land. Land stops, ocean begins.
Typically when one thinks of the beach one thinks ofcrowds, suntan oil, sun, sand, surf, and in general a good time to get away andwork on one’s tan. For me, this istruly life on the edge - of sanity. When Ithink of going to the beach, however, I think of sounds and solitude; the keyingredients to relaxation. Thesound of the surf, the sound of the sea birds, the sound of the wind, the soundof the sand under my feet as I walk along (quiet as it is). For me the beach is a symphony ofsounds that add to the experience that ultimately results in my being relaxedas I depart. Of course the beachesI tend to go to don’t have a great many people on them, at least not during thetimes I go there.
For me the best time to go to the beach is right arounddawn, or sunset, or when there’s a storm or, oddly enough, in the offseason. As a photographer I amcursed with an acute sense of sight. I am always looking for things out of the ordinary no matter howsmall. Many times ‘out of theordinary’ is something that is there right in plain sight but most people walkright by without noticing. When Igo to the beach I am looking for those things that bring me to the beach. I am looking for that quietness, thatserenity, that solitude, and that peace that so often evades us when we go tothe beach during “seasonal hours”.
When I leave a beach I find myself refreshed from thesea breeze and the sounds that accompany being on a mostly empty beach. I strongly recommend it to anyone whois caught in the everyday onslaught of life and try going to a beach that isunpopulated and sit and listen to the music Mother Nature is playing foryou. It may take some practice,but I can assure you that once you learn to listen you’ll quite possibly wonderwhy you never tried this before.
“Footprints in the Sand”
Siesta Beach, Sarasota, Florida
Siesta Beach, Sarasota, Florida
“Shell Bounty”
Bowman’s Beach, Sanibel Island, Florida
Bowman’s Beach, Sanibel Island, Florida
“Bowman’s Beach”
Sanibel Island, Florida
Sanibel Island, Florida
“Sweetwater Beach”
Between Sfakia and Loutro, Crete
Between Sfakia and Loutro, Crete
“Crop of Circles”
Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Sandbridge, Virginia
Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Sandbridge, Virginia
“Snowy Plover”
Siesta Beach, Sarasota, Florida
Siesta Beach, Sarasota, Florida
“Time to Go”
Siesta Beach, Sarasota, Florida
Siesta Beach, Sarasota, Florida
“Dinner at the Beach”
Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Sandbridge, Virginia
Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Sandbridge, Virginia
“Air Dry”
Siesta Beach, Sarasota, Florida
Siesta Beach, Sarasota, Florida
“Late Afternoon Surf”
Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Sandbridge, Virginia
Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Sandbridge, Virginia
“Windy Day”
Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Sandbridge, Virginia
Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Sandbridge, Virginia
“Dunes of Back Bay”
Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Sandbridge, Virginia
Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Sandbridge, Virginia
“Winter at Frangokastello Beach”
Near Sfakia, Crete
Near Sfakia, Crete
“Sougia Beach in Winter”
Sougia, Crete
Sougia, Crete
“Sunset Stroll”
Siesta Beach, Sarasota, Florida
Siesta Beach, Sarasota, Florida
“Fishing at Sunset”
Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Sandbridge, Virginia
Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Sandbridge, Virginia
“Behind the Sunset”
Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Sandbridge, Virginia
Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Sandbridge, Virginia
“Sunset on the Gulf OfMexico”
Siesta Beach, Sarasota, Florida
Siesta Beach, Sarasota, Florida
“Sunset at Elafonisi”
Elafonisi, Crete
Elafonisi, Crete
“Hidden Beach Sunset”
Point Lobos State Reserve, Carmel, California
Point Lobos State Reserve, Carmel, California
“Yellow Moon Rising”
Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Sandbridge, Virginia
Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Sandbridge, Virginia
