For the last decade, I have built my photo reputation based on most of my water shots—harbor fog, reflections, boats at ease, and some shore scenes. So when I’ve gone out to shoot, I felt a need to continue with that genre.
Lately, I’ve recognized that approach has impeded my creativity and desire for self expression. I started to realize I was captive to self-imposed boundaries. A few weeks ago, while walking my dog along a beach lined with a granite boulder seawall, I came across some patterns and images with small rocks lodged within crevices. I was fascinated and inspired by what I saw—boundaries and pathways—metaphorically speaking.
I returned another afternoon with my primary camera and tripod and spent an hour and a half photographing several abstract patterns that lay within the boulders. I present four here, which, to me, figuratively illustrate confinement and guidance.