The last king tides of the year in December 2024, I took one of my most favorite seascape images. It was raining and dreary and I almost didn’t go outside at all! But I forced myself into the fray and made my way to a secret local spot I had discovered running along the beach a couple years back. Sunset was near and light would be dropping. I climbed down some steep rocky outcrops. The tide was low, an interesting juxtaposition for going out to photograph king tides. But with the sea in a little turmoil it made for some decent waves.
The rain had mostly stopped as I clamored to a spot I had never been. Then I seen the orange starfish and honed in a composition. I kid you not as I was still changing my camera settings to capture the scene in front of me, this large wave approached. I frantically moved the dials, locked in, and took the shot! The wave smashed the shore in front of me as I grabbed my tripod that my camera was attached to and ran as it splashed over where I had been standing two seconds before! Going back to the same spot I photographed there for the next twenty minutes until light grew too dim. In that entire time there was not another large wave like the first one. Right place right time? Or was there somebody there guiding me?
The last king tides of the year in December 2024, I took one of my most favorite seascape images. It was raining and dreary and I almost didn’t go outside at all! But I forced myself into the fray and made my way to a secret local spot I had discovered running along the beach a couple years back. Sunset was near and light would be dropping. I climbed down some steep rocky outcrops. The tide was low, an interesting juxtaposition for going out to photograph king tides. But with the sea in a little turmoil it made for some decent waves.
The rain had mostly stopped as I clamored to a spot I had never been. Then I seen the orange starfish and honed in a composition. I kid you not as I was still changing my camera settings to capture the scene in front of me, this large wave approached. I frantically moved the dials, locked in, and took the shot! The wave smashed the shore in front of me as I grabbed my tripod that my camera was attached to and ran as it splashed over where I had been standing two seconds before! Going back to the same spot I photographed there for the next twenty minutes until light grew too dim. In that entire time there was not another large wave like the first one. Right place right time? Or was there somebody there guiding me?
