photography, random thought, travel

The Ocean Song

The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can’t.”
― Christopher Paolini

Ellen is an ocean girl.  And clearly I’m a mountain guy.

So I planned a trip recently that I hoped would offer the best of both worlds… the Pacific Northwest Coast.

It really didn’t disappoint.

But I was surprised at how deeply I too fell for the ocean song.

Pacific surf along Del Norte Coast

Dusk falls on the Pacific at Wilson Creek Beach

There’s more to the music of the sea than just the crash of the waves.

A silhouette of a photographer as dusk falls on the Pacific at Wilson Creek Beach

Or the melodic ebb and flow of the tide.

Dusk falls on the Pacific surf at Wilson Creek Beach

There’s the distant surf rolling and rumbling faintly.  Steadily.

Sea birds and pastels accompany the rocks in the Pacific surf along Del Norte Coast

The chatter of the seabirds.

starfish in the tidal pools near Arch Rock

plant life and wildlife in the tidal pools near Arch Rock

The gentle sway of the tiny creatures.

Arch Rock at dusk

There is a sound to the light.  It carries all of these other notes of the sea to create one grand song.

The sun sets on the Pacific and a tent campsite with beautiful displays of color

The sun sets on the Pacific and a tent campsite with beautiful displays of color

The sun sets on the Pacific with beautiful displays of color

Dusk falls on Bandon Beach

Dusk falls on Bandon Beach

And when the sun drops beyond the horizon, out of view, the symphony doesn’t end.

Dusk falls on Bandon Beach

In fact, the orchestral crescendo begins to take shape with soft colors and the gentleness of the breeze.

Dusk falls on Bandon Beach

This is where the song takes shape.  This is where the minor key takes hold.

Dusk falls on Bandon Beach

Dusk falls on Bandon Beach

Dusk falls on Bandon Beach

Dusk falls on Bandon Beach

It is primal song. And it is one that I will forever try to capture, impossible as it is… it hangs just out of reach in the air around us and passes through us tenderly. It tells us that we are not alone. That this is not all by chance.

It reminds us that every song has a composer.

— andrew


 
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photography, random thought, travel, writing

lebanon… the book

i am excited to announce the creation of my first photo book, with words and photography on the subject of lebanon.  here’s a preview.

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lebanon will be a mixture of color and black and white photographs, paired with selected journal entries, stories, and poetry.

i hope this small taste will whet your appetite for the book.  i expect to have it finished before the fall of ’09… reserve your copy now for a discounted rate!

all images © andrew r. slaton | photographer 2009


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family, random thought, writing

less is More

 

 

 

there will be less someday


there will be less someday —

much less,

and there will be More;

less to distract and amuse;

More to adore

less to burden and confuse

More to undo

the cluttering of centuries,

that we might view again,

That which star and angels pointed to;

we shall be poorer —

and richer;

stripped–and free:

for always there will be a Gift

always a Tree.

 

— ruth bell graham

 

 

 

my friend, miss jessica dean… thank you for this magnificent poem.  merry Christmas to everyone!


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random thought, writing

these days

 

these days,

when i can’t manufacture a feeling

and i can fake it no longer

but we still go through the motions

 

these days,

when my heart is heavy like a sandbag

and it aches for something

not knowing what that something is

 

we’re searching

searching with a compass

but we’re reaching, grabbing in the dark

 

these days there is a deep sadness

that blankets the hearts of men

but there is also dignity, and madness

for the hope to which we cling tightly

 

these days there are clouds like freight trains

moving fast overhead

and with them come storms

and flowers

growing wild everywhere

 

these days i cannot hold on tight enough

to the moments that drift quickly away like butterflies

 

these days when i’m just as much to blame as anyone

 

these days,

my eyes both feed me and deceive me

and i am strangled by my own hand

 

these days when all the systems of man fail

yet we still place our hope in folly

 

these days when the wise are foolish, and foolish wise

 

these days while we wait in anguish for redemption

forgetting that we’ve already been redeemed.

 

 

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