(Inner scream!). Another holiday snap. I will use few words: no not a holiday snap, just my usual early morning jaunt during autumnal light and tides. Some would say to stop dawdling and go home, wash the dishes, clean up, comb your hair, and so on, as you can always come back another day.  However, every time I go down to this bay before dawn it seems like the world is showing another face, and seldom does it repeat itself. So, yes: that holiday snap can be a photojournalism in a way that offers a once-only chance that lasts maybe seconds. This is not a still life. Makes me think of Turner.
 


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