Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Black Ocean


Lava field in Kona, Big Island, Hawaii


When Beauty and Grace is gone, the Ocean turns black, cold and motionless, frozen in time, heartless. Arms still pointing to the sun, setting on what once was a beautiful connection. Black would be the color if the Ocean had a heart.

And never never again, will be warm again.

Gone.
Vanished.
Nothing left.
Nothing said.

In the silences that have become so frequent, in words never spoken like the small clouds hovering above, filled with the rain that will never fall.


The lava fields in the Big Island of Hawai'i are remarkable and unique, almost alien. This field lies in the Kona district. To connect the desolated beauty of the place with the warmer sky, I used the leading lines left by the lava once solidified to direct the viewer to the setting sun. The closer bush gives the eye another place to rest, an accent of green and hope in what would otherwise be a hopeless place. Something can still grow.




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Sony A99, 24mm, f/11, 4.0s, ISO 50