The first thing my eyes did was wash over the gentle undulating waves and their phantasmagoria of hues of the water. This of course goes to the clarity as well as the composition of this photograph and it seems to start way out on the right-hand side with the deep blue of the ocean melding with the slightly pinkish tinge in the sky above it and then sweeping in to the dark aquamarine waves frosted with the creamy white foam of the caps that grow every lighter yet more vivid as they finally hit the foreground. It's an exciting view, and one that you've gathered so well for the enjoyment of the viewer. Of course all this flowing, polished richness is only set off by the starkly bold frame of rough rocks that rise up to meet the ever eroding sea and steadfastly stand through eons awaiting fate with their determined and unwavering stoic countenance. I love nature, and I love the way you've captured a small part of its beauty and brought this to us. A 10 when I meet her in the voting booth, you can be sure :)PJ
It almost looks as though you are peeking through the rocks to see the waves rush against the rocks. Very clear and boy would I love to be there personally.
The first bI did when this popped into view on the tumbnail, was suck in my breath. I downloaded it as fast as possible. I couldn't wait to see it full screen. I just love beautiful water second only to horses. This is gorgeous. It is a keeper and will grace my desktop, that's for sure.
Pat
Thanks to all who comment on pictures in my gallery. Please accept my apologies if I am unable to thank you each time, and please don't feel obligated to thank me for my comments.
I hold it true that thoughts are things; They're endowed with bodies, breath and wings:
And that we send them forth to fill the world with good results, or ill.
That which we call our secret thought speeds forth to earth's remotest spot, leaving it's blessings or it's woes like tracks behind it as it goes.
We build our future, thought by thought for good or for ill, yet know it not.
Yet so the universe was wrought .
Thought is another name for fate.
Choose then thy destiny and wait, for Love brings Love and Hate brings Hate. - Henry Van Dyke.