At the “Wet Edge”

I am making this entry from a work carrel at SEATAC International Airport while awaiting my red eye flight home, which is far too many hours away in the future.  To fill in the time, I have begun reviewing and rating the photos I took at the photography workshop in Olympic National Park.  The workshop wrapped up this morning with a 6am drive to the Hoh Rain Forest, where, naturally, it was raining pretty heavily. It was all worth it as I think I made one or two decent captures that I am anxious to process when I get home.

Today’s photograph, though, was taken before the workshop actually began.  I had emailed Ian Plant, asking where I might go exploring before the workshop got started, and he mentioned Rialto Beach, which is about 30 minutes from the motel we stayed in.  Well, I love beaches and Rialto was no disappointment.  I got there just before sunrise and found the beach to be pristine as the high tide had been at midnight and wiped all trace of the previous day’s visitors. Over the course of the next two and a half hours, I found several photo opportunities that were made even more appealing as I did not have to contend with footprints or other indications that people had been there.  While wandering along the surf line I spyed this small rock right at edge of the surf (the “Wet Edge”) and spent several minutes just watching as the waves lapped up to, and occasionally, around the rock.  The patterns were interesting, and I wound up taking pictures of several wave encounters.

This particular wave encounter produced three very appealing images, which I think would work very well as a set of black and white prints.  Rialto Beach is a “black” beach – very little sand, mostly black rocks in various sizes slowly being reduced to fine sand.  I suppose I would have to book another visit in ten thousand years or so to be able to walk comfortably barefoot on Rialto sand … or maybe I won’t. The one positive of a beach that is largely rock is that there is little blowing sand to get into the mechanical parts of the camera.

I knew it was time to leave, when “my” pristine beach was invaded by about 40 young people from the local community college – their footprints destroying what remained of the undisturbed beach surface.  At least I had a couple of hours to alone enjoy and photograph the beach, that that type of experience doesn’t come by every day.

Anyway, thanks for stopping by, and I hope you enjoyed the photograph. I will post some more after I get home.