Moloka’i North Side Cliffs from Mo’omomi
Guardians strongly protrude above
Thundering waves crash below
The spirit of Mother Moloka’i conducts the score
These cliffs protruding from the north shore of Moloka’i are the tallest in the Pacific. I spent several minutes just gazing in amazement at this magnificent gift of nature before I first pushed down the shutter.
Palm Grove – Moloka’i
Warm, calm, relaxed
Eyes first close, then slowly open
A new perspective appears
I set up to photograph the sun setting over the horizon. I anxiously waited as the sun descended slowly. Every so often I would shoot a set of exposures for a HDR combination later. I started to relax and just enjoy the scene. Then the idea came to take a long exposure. This resultant image best depicts the peaceful feeling I had watching the sunset.
Color of Life
“The color of life —
Older under emerging,
as laughing lines play.”
One of the most insightful lessons I experienced during my retreat at Hui Ho’olani was an exercise of creativity. Groups of three were formed. We were told to create a “haiku-type” poem of what we were experiencing at the moment. A little twist was injected; member #1 would write down the first line, #2 would write down the second line, then #3 would finish with the third line. Each member would build on the other. It totally amazed me what beautiful and creative poems were composed in a short time of less than 15 minutes. It all goes to show that there is creative talent in each of us if we just let it flow freely out!
I tried a derivative of this process with a dear friend. I sent her the above photograph. She jotted down several short poems expressing her feelings. The above 3 lines are hers.
Thank you, my dear friend!
Walking around Hui Ho’olana
Old covers new
But not really
The glory of youth emerges through
After an hour of meditation a the Hui, my eyes and soul seemed open and aware. Beauty was everywhere. I stopped, looked, enjoyed and sometimes photographed what was given to me. I was usually late to breakfast.
Waves roll in one after another
Translucent green and mist of white
Crashing into the sandy beach
Sunrise – Heather Heights, Selah, WA
I love the morning! Each new day brings a new look at the world. It may be dark and intriguing. It may be a little dull, but still full of potential of what may come. Or it may be bright and colorful, like today! But, no matter what it first looks like, it brings new thoughts, feelings, and opportunities.
This morning, I was writing at my desk. I looked up and saw a little color enter the sky. I put down my pen and quickly picked up my camera and walked out barefooted onto the patio. I opened my shutter and let the light flow in. It only lasted a minute or so. If I would have waited to finish the sentence I was writing, I would have missed the opportunity.
Life and photography are similar in many ways. Never pass up a chance to create a beautiful image. Never pass up an opportunity to live life to its fullest.
Gentle waves rolling in
Pink and aqua brighten the scene
Providing peace within
Art, Color and Beauty are Everywhere
I recently attended a contemplative photography retreat at beautiful Hui Ho’olana on Moloka’i. The next several posts will be from the retreat.
Beauty was everywhere I looked. It presented itself along every path, around every corner. It seemed that it was just asking to be photographed.
Red, green and yellow
Spiked leaves shoot out like a star
Just asking to be noticed
Polihale State Park – Kaua’i, Hawai’i
It was a beautiful day! The paved road ended. We saw a rough dirt road, drove a slow 5 miles and had this beach pretty much to ourselves. It was so very peaceful and relaxing. I felt enlightened just to stand, see, and hear the waves crashing on the beach.
I took this image with black and white post processing in mind. I liked the blue sky and the tan beach sand. I liked the increased tonalities and mood that B&W gave me. Time to experiment …. I added split toning into the B&W image, then blended it back into the original photo. I like the result.
Sunrise on Yakima Ridge
I had been sitting watching the pastels in the sky as the sun was rising over the hills between Selah and Yakima. The sun rays struck the eastern face of Yakima Ridge. The color and brightness glowed over the shadowed hill side. A few moments later it was gone. Time to get my first cup of coffee.