Part Three: Photography and what inspires a Hunter.

                         Photography and what inspires a Hunter. Part Three.

                                        
                    The rush of crashing water surrounds me with its sound.

                                            
Nature has always fascinated me. I've been fond of the rough seas of Lake Erie. Taking these photos took a massive amount of patience I did not know i had.

If life sprang from the water, I have to believe dancing waters are its labor pains as if gives further life. Take a moment to think about this: Without water, we'd be doomed. Protect our precious seas!
                 

 

 

Above shot: I cannot believe I caught a gull in this one. 'click to enlarge'

 

 

 

Above: slow exposure time to create the wedding veil. I really love this camera and how it is so willing to work with me.

 Sometimes, not catching the flying beads of flying water has its place.

 

 

 

Above: Like the fingers of one so trusted,  gently running through their lovers beautiful white hair ever so passionately.

 

 

In conclusion:

 

Serenity in Violent Crashing.

a poem.

 

standing tiny before you

meeting you

 you speak to me

words many won't take time to listen

your loving words

Embrace me

granting warmth without condition

take me beyond

the price of living

 petty tribulations

 you freely give this to all

 

with awaiting eyes i stare at you

Knowing not what you see in me

yet you dance

you shine

parade proudly

granting me a show

that can never be copied

duplicated

didgitally recreated

no matter how long i walk here

 

Gentle provider of occasional violent waters

Giving so very much

asking us for nothing

I am small before you

I will never neglect you

I'll always love you.

 

Mark William Darus 10092012