Endless Summer.

“Fallin' right into your hands

Like rain on the desert sand

It's the last thing you had planned

Out Of The Blue Clear Sky.”

Sometimes when you least expect it, you see something you are not sure the rest of the world is having the pleasure enjoying; for me, it is often in the form of a photograph. Not a picture, not a snapshot, but a photograph. There really is a difference---at least I believe there is.

Recently, as we were preparing to watch a beautiful sunset become a memory, I stood as far back as I could (I was right in front of the parking lot,) where I am told water usually touched at this time of day. For some reason the tide decided to stay low and I was able to absorb the incredible colors that only Mother Nature can provide. I am grateful she felt a break in the routine was in order. I owe her one.

When I was growing up, I lived by the sounds of bands like the Beach Boys who would sing about this incredible world I had never experienced. California was further than my parents cared to drive—we went to Florida---and was a mystery to me except through the voice of Mike Love and other members of this band who knew there was something about the West Coast that only people who were out there understood. This past week---I understood what they were trying to tell me loud and clear.

During our hour or so on the beach, I witnessed millions of colors in the sky, on the wet sand, and all around me; many could not be captured by my trusty Nikon as they were too subtle---so I just stood there mesmerized and did my best to take in as much as possible into my head and live in the moment. I fell way short, but was able to capture some of the experience.

One thing I really like to photograph is a silhouette; it’s not as if there is a brilliant color to experience---it is black after all---and even though you are not able to see anything more than an outline of a body, for me it tells a story.

The photo above captures an experience I could never tell in a description to anyone---only a photo could do it. As I stood on the beach, I watched as the surfers decided their day was over. They walked right in front of the dwindling daylight and at a split second, the moment was captured. I love photos like this---why? Because I have never surfed, I was blown away by the sunset, and for me living in the Midwest, I knew there was still some form of summer somewhere.

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