Looking Back With Gratitude

This past year has been full of adventure for me, seeing new and exciting places like Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs, the island of Kauai, Europe from Amsterdam to Budapest on the Rhine and Danube rivers, the Oregon Coast and finally Utah’s Arches and Canyonlands national parks along with a first time visit to Monument Valley. I felt like my plate had been filled to overflowing. These were all wonderful topnotch places to visit and photograph. But the one that stands out in my mind and that I would like to get back to as soon as I can is Bandon, Oregon. The beach here is a very special place.

Photographer's Paradise

It wasn’t just the location of lodging across the street from the beach, although that was definitely an attractive convenience. What I liked about Bandon, or Face Rock Beach, was the gentle slope of the beach. A wave would come in and simply glide forever over the sand, at times providing a glass like surface to reflect the rocks and the clouds and the color in the sky. Combine those qualities with the very interesting and abundant rock structures on the beach and you have a photographer’s paradise.

Most of the time I was in Bandon, about 3 ½ days over a two week period, there were no clouds, or only very distant close to the horizon clouds. Then on my last night they appeared. It is an ecstatic experience to watch the clouds in the sky as the sun recedes to and below the horizon.

End Of The Day

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