I am pretty sure you know what I mean by a title like this.
A chilly morning starts with a haze trapped in the garden treetops, and you blossom with a completely unprovoked smile on your face. Lunch tastes like it is your last, the warm air around the table smells of exhilaration. Night is peaceful, with the sky of colors seen only on postcards from exotic lands that make you wish you were there. Hold on, I was there.
Yes, it was a short trip on a rural road from the regional centre to the lovely beach. The sun was already low, somewhere between the sun visor and the horizon. I had only a quarter of an hour to make a shot.
I must have taken at least a half a dozen images of the scene before I saw them. A couple, their footwear in their hands and a dog, barely visible here sniffing the rounded rock, emerged from the cliff shadows. The animal spotted me, and decided to check out the puffed middle aged man with his shoes full of sand and a photo bag that is ripping off his shoulder, a someone who clearly doesn’t fit in the surroundings. Despite the odds, I seemed to smell ok. They waved.
My initial thought was, I had no intention of posting an image of a couple in love on a sunset lit beach, no way. But then, it must have been the overall warmth of the picture painted by the beautiful blazing star that gives us existence, the pacific that outlines our sovereignty, multihued sky crisscrossed with the Golden Fleece left by the planes on the air corridor North-South, and the mighty dark cliffs of the West Coast vanishing into the horizon. And of course, Love, eternal and pure Love.
Faced with all of this, I had no choice but to post.
P.S. I am afraid you will have to view the image in the larger size, as the delicate shadows on the dark sand give volume to the first plane. Unfortunately, my images don’t scale well, so as far as my photo stream is concerned – Big Is Beautiful. I would also like to thank the administrators of The 'The World Through My Eyes Group' for making me featured photographer. Thank you again.