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Uploaded 01.06.2012
I was close to Hvalnes in the east part of Iceland, when I stopped by the sea with my dad. He wanted to look for some birds so I went for a short walk and I came to a cliff and when I looked below I could see the waves hit the beach. The wave makes these unique forms each time so every photo is completely different.
I like photos of landscape taken directly from above, it would be so much fun to be able to fly a helicopter and photograph landscape from above.
Gestos inúteis que não deixam traços
Faço, e as ondas me afogam no seu seio.
Uma parece que me parte ao meio,
Outra parece que me arranca os braços
(...)
No caminho do mar que não dá tréguas,
Batendo-me de peito contra mágoas,
Sôfrego, trôpego, gesticulando,
Como um náufrago em vão se agarra às águas...
(Dante Milano, O náufrago)
Could you hear the sound of crashing waves?
at Toca das Corujas, Campeche, Florianópolis. riding real golden waves,it just happen for 1-3 minutes when the sun is rising. Lucky you, if you are there in the right moment! I WAS!
photo: Veri González M.
Waves breaking on the rocks at Sand Beach. Weekend trip to Maine for a friend's wedding, October 2009.
Shot with Canon XTi, EF70-300mm f/4-5.6 IS USM @ 70mm
¹⁄₃₂₀ sec at f/9.0, ISO100, no flash
taken at the Pinery Provincial Park
I'm wondering if this would be better with a crop, to focus more on the wave?
Coyote Buttes - The Wave The Wave is located in the Coyote Buttes North area of the Arizona Strip. There are two great photographic locations in Coyote Buttes North (The Wave and The Second Wave) and numerous minor ones including Top Rock Arch, Melody Arch and the Grotto, the Hooters, The Alcove, Sand Cove, and Fatali's Boneyard. The Wave is best photographed midday so as to minimize the extensive shadows, the other areas listed above are best photographed mid-late afternoon.
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over
'John Masefield'