First things first: I’m still alive. After the pandemic madness of the last year, I’m grateful to be so — as well as not to have suffered illness of any kind and not to know anyone who succumbed to illness. But I haven’t felt like indulging my photographic passions, except incidentally with occasional phone snaps, or delving into graphical mementos of adventures past. All that would’ve been a painful reminder of what wasn’t possible (or at least wise).
But now, to borrow from Ronald Reagan and expand the sentiment further, it feels like morning on planet Earth. In a stunning demonstration of what humanity can achieve when working together without regard to petty distinctions like nationality, we’ve found vaccines against the scourge of COVID-19, and have begun administering them, in record time.
Now, it’s possible to imagine, in the near future, embarking on travel adventures like the kind celebrated on this blog. And for me, there’s hardly a better way to whet the appetite for such adventure than curating, developing, and sharing my photographic art from previous travels.
In this post, I’m looking back at my hike in the Marin Headlands, which as I’ve described before, showcases my favorite way to experience the ocean: as the life force of beautiful landscapes with rocks and bluffs and plants.
The featured picture at the top of the post is the fruit of picking the wrong fork in the trail. But I appreciated having done so, for the detour took me past gorgeous ocean scenes I might have otherwise missed. The photo is from Tennessee Point, where I set my camera on my tripod just above the ground to capture the plants / flowers in the foreground of the shot. (I confess to having no idea what the plants are. They looked cool on the ocean bluff, though!)
