As usual, you can click on individual photos and a larger version will open up in another tab or window.
It was a cloudy day, dark rocks, dark water, whitecaps, light sky . . . the combination was, for my camera at the time – the still able D100, quite the challenge.
However, I shot in RAW, and that captured enough information for modern post-processing tools (Lightroom 5 and onOne Perfect Suite 8) to take the photos and run with them.
I must warn readers; this post is not that long, and it deals less with the refuge and light, and more with . . . waves.
Those white specs on the hill are birds . . . that gives you a small idea of the size of that explosion of water. I stood at the edge of the parking lot, and watched as these waves assaulted the rocks with a mighty roar, only to be thrown back, often with impressive equally loud columns of seawater.
It seemed futile, it was violent, it was deafening . . . it was amazing. I could not tear myself away.
Before the last wave had even died away, beaten back by the steadfast rock, another mounted a fresh attack . . .
. . . even as it saw its neighbor meet its fate on the jagged rocks, it pressed on . . .
. . . and at the last moment, it rose to pound into the rock, looking like the force of nature that it was . . .
. . . only to fare no better than all the others, to suffer the indignity of being thrown back with what seemed little effort by the layered lava cliff . . .
And yet, the sea does persist, and one day, in the far future, it will have complete victory . . . together with wind and the rain, the sea will erase these islands which dare mar its vast expanse.
In those early days of mobile phones and digital cameras, neither had motion picture capabilities . . . no, really!
I know it’s difficult to believe, but all you could do is take a picture. But, here we are, eleven years later, and we can generate pseudo-videos from these photos.
I’m only doing it to spare readers from having to view the individual photos . . . Except two that I like.
Now, all of the photos are available in their own SmugMug gallery HERE. Don’t all rush there all at once now; you’ll crash the server.
Eventually, I started to make my way to the lighthouse proper, but still stopped to snap photos, as I now could see more of the shoreline.
In fact, I could now see the shore on the other side of the lighthouse . . .
I made it to the lighthouse proper just in time to leave, the rest of the party already having spent a fair amount of time there.
I snapped a few photos, mindful of the sound of crashing waves behind us.
Hello! . . . that is one nice lens you got there. Fresnel, correct? . . . I want . . .
I did see a few of the birds flying around, but as it was windy, they zoomed by pretty fast . . . some were not fast enough.
But, really, my heart was riding along with the waves and their relentless assault on the island.
I could have watched them all day . . . but we had malasadas to find.
As I said, there is a SmugMug gallery for these few photos. It can be found HERE. There are a few more photos there than the ones I presented here.
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