This photo is disappointing. The beach this morning was much more vibrant in real life. The ships on the horizon seemed closer. The sea was sparkling and dynamic as the tide came in. And, of course, the photo can’t record the sound of the waves or salt-sea smell. While the scene looks calm, there are clues to the vigorous movement of sand and sea. What looks like an edging to the path was once a handrail and most of the timber slats which mark the path are under the shifting sand.
I often notice that photos aren’t what I expect. The eye seems to have a way of zooming in on aspects of a scene, which a photo does not pick up. A former colleague told me he never takes photos when he’s travelling. I think he meant it stopped him from being observant. Probably we cut ourselves off from truly experiencing the place or moment and some part of our brain dies off from lack of use when we rely on a camera to record our lives.
Anne-O-tations 