“Taking a photograph is an act of possession, a way of making something visible while simultaneously freezing it in place, locked in time”
Five-thirty on Thursday morning found Dave Hill and I on Highway 126 headed west for a set of coastal dunes south of the beach town of Florence. The highway is normally busy even at 0530 but with an on-going overnight re-paving project conditions were a bit tight and at times slow. The highway intersects a portion of Fern Ridge reservoir and is a turnpike at that point – really only one place to safely pull over, mount up a camera and shoot the sunrise. Just happened to look in the mirrors as we sped along and said “Oh that is really nice” The turnout was perfectly placed for a stop. Serendipity!! This is what I captured. Precursor to a hot day.
On the Way West
The dunes I had in mind are about ten miles south of Florence – a boardwalk, trails and a nice visitor facility. When one envisions going to the beach, images of people frolicking on the sand come to mind. Such is not the case with these dunes. They are very steep and while they may firm up at various times in the year right now the sand is deep and loose and as a result makes for very difficult hikin loaded down with camera gear. We did not frolic — we floundered – 1 step forward and 2 steps back!!
Despite hiking conditions the sand was un-tracked, lined and contoured from the ocean winds and I think very interesting. We went our separate ways open to what presented itself to us. At times like this I try to think in terms of abstract images – made up of texture and line and the three below are what came from this ‘seeing” exercise. It was very foggy and the first image I think portrays those conditions.
Subtle color blocks in the sand
Unbroken intersecting lines.
Interrupting the flow
After some time spent wandering I started back up a very steep and unstable dune with my head down — looking at the sand — and what should present itself to me but a natural sand painting.
Circles in the Sand
(if you click on any of these images you can get a larger on-screen view)
We headed back to Florence for a bit of coffee and a morning breakfast treat and then on to home via Highway 34 which wends its way through the east side of the Coast Range thru such little towns as Deadwood and Triangle Lake. I think we may have found a place to shoot autumn color as the streams were lined with deciduous trees – alder and maple – and the streambed was punctuated with large boulders.
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